Game of Thrones Season 2 Episode 8: The Prince of Winterfell

12:00 May 22nd, 2012 | 0 notes

The Game is officially on. And while the players prepare for battle, unseen conflicts start to arise. 

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Game Of Thrones Season 2 Episode 7: A Man Without Honour

8:20 May 16th, 2012 | 0 notes

This show has gotten more depressing as ever. A Man Without Honour shows how each of our characters struggle to do what is honourable, and for some, what they think is honourable.

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Game of Thrones Season 2 Episode 6: The Old Gods and the New

8:22 May 8th, 2012 | 0 notes

Betrayal, bloodshed, and Dragons

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Game Of Thrones Season 2 Episode 5: The Ghost of Harrrenhal

2:46 May 2nd, 2012 | 1 note

You have to admit, the shadow assassin was pretty badass.

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Game Of Thrones Season 2 Episode 3: What Is Dead May Never Die

8:55 Apr 18th, 2012 | 0 notes

Death of a friend. Secret lovers. And Tyrion just playing the game. 

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Game Of Thrones Season 2 Episode 2: The Night Lands

11:37 Apr 11th, 2012 | 0 notes

The difference between knowledge and mysticism, and its effects on Westeros. 

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Game Of Thrones Season 2 Episode 1: The North Remembers

8:39 Apr 6th, 2012 | 0 notes

Does everyone agree it was a brilliant show opener? 

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3:45 Jan 21st, 2012 | 755 notes

“Everything scares you. Look at me. Look at me.”

The blood masked the worst of his scars, but his eyes were white and wide and terrifying. The burnt corner of his mouth twitched and twitched again. Sansa could smell him; a stink of sweat and sour wine and stale vomit, and over it all the reek of blood, blood, blood.

“I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened.

“Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she he ard him say. He gave her arm a hard wrench, pulling her around and shoving her down onto the bed. “I’ll have that song. Florian and Jonquil, you said.” His dagger was out, poised at her throat.

“Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”

A Song of Ice and Fire: A Clash of Kings

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