HBO’s take on the birth of Daenerys’ dragons was epic, but this is still my favorite depiction of that scene. Check out the rest of Michael Komarck’s ASOIAF illustrations.
This is gorgeous
my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
(Source: stephwinchester)
(Source: tyrells)
Her hair was not the orange or strawberry color of common red-haired men, but a deep
burnished copper that shone in the light of the torches. Even her eyes were red … but her skin was smooth and white, unblemished, pale as cream. Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts and narrow waist and a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes. Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.
with all the world’s graces at her command
“We had to throw rocks,” she said miserably. “I told her to run, to go be free, that I didn’t want her anymore. There were other wolves for her to play with, we heard them howling, and Jory said the woods were full of game, so she’d have deer to hunt. Only she kept following, and finally we had to throw rocks. I hit her twice. She whined and looked at me and I felt so ‘shamed, but it was right, wasn’t it? The queen would have killed her…”
