The sound effect put to the arrow Bron fires makes it sound like a missle.
Then look for the mushroom cloud.
Then look at Tyrion’s face. It’s almost as if he’s thinking; ‘I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.’
Please, continue to explain to me how fantasy couldn’t posibly have any significant meaning
Here is a photo of me showing George RR Martin the tattoo I have of words he wrote. He was surprised and flattered and spoke to me about its context. Life is pretty ace right now.
"Who knows more of gods than I? Horse gods and fire gods, gods made of gold with gemstone eyes, gods carved of cedar wood, gods chiseled into mountains, gods of empty air… I know them all. I have seen their peoples garland them with flowers, and shed the blood of goats and bulls and children in their names. And I have heard the prayers, in half a hundred tongues. Cure my withered leg, make the maiden love me, grant me a healthy son. Save me, succor me, make me wealthy… protect me! Protect me from mine enemies, protect me from the darkness, protect me from the crabs inside my belly, from the horselords, from the slavers, from the sellswords at my door. Protect me from the Silence." He laughed. “Godless? Why, Aeron, I am the godliest man ever to raise sail! You serve one god, Damphair, but I have served ten thousand. From Ib to Asshai, when men see my sails, they pray." – Euron Greyjoy
The Rains of Castamere
Sung by ‘Softly, it began to rain.’
And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that’s all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere, But now the rains weep o’er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
- Extremely big
- Raped her. Murdered her. Killed her children.