“At it, Rod!” Ten-year-old Sophie was armed with a wooden sword, dressed in a loose shirt and breeches, battling in the yard with one of the village boys, fresh out of class. “Sophie, please…” Sansa…
The passage of time can seem all too fast, or all too slow, or just right, depending on one’s perspective. A life spent enraptured in high drama seems to rush by like a dancing reel,…
Tyrion knew hearing her scream would burn him up inside. He knew it would make him run through a thousand painful memories, resurrecting the cries of men and women killed in some way or other…
Mirron, come back…come back to me, before the lights behind my eyes are put out. You stood at the graveside with me before, in the years of my youth, and have kept your post there.…
Over the course of the next month, Tyrion felt as if he had been turned inside out. His entire purpose for living and working drained out of him, and all his former joys evaporated into…
The winter months passed, and the security of the castle was welcome as the winds blasted against the stone as if in a futile fury. Tyrion continued to catalog the library of his unseen employer,…
By Amanda Pizzolatto Word Count: 318 Rating: G (suitable for all audiences) Summary: A poem about a Scottish Princess and her beloved, a Viking, based on Sir Walter's Scott's poem "The English Lady and the…
The mountain villages were without a lord, and yet they did have a castle which an elderly man of noble lineage called home. He styled himself Lord Tibolt Maelfaes of House Thurandin, but lived as…
Teaching had never been the occupation of choice for Tyrion Lannister. He realized he had the brains to make it work, but temperament was another thing altogether. Yet when he came to know that almost…
~ by Kashif Qaimi If I were there with you, I would spend hour upon hour Seated by your side, Watching you as you sleep Or while you are at your work, Or when a…
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