As Arya crossed the yard to the bathhouse, she spied a raven circling down toward the rookery, and wondered where it had come from and what message it carried. Might be it’s from Robb, come to say it wasn’t true about Bran and Rickon. She chewed on her lip, hoping. If I had wings I could fly back to Winterfell and see for myself. And if it was true, I’d just fly away, fly up past the moon and the shining stars, and see all the things in Old Nan’s stories, dragons and sea monsters and the Titan of Braavos, and maybe I wouldn’t ever fly back unless I wanted to.
In the northern part of Norway we have had lots of whales following the herring along the coast in the winter time.
Image copyright Kim Abel
I CANNOT DRAW RAT SCEPTRES YET but I did draw realrobinhobb Fool being silly
Maybe I should draw stuff from her other books soon
originally i had detailed paints of the entire extended undersiders .. .but then painter crashed and I lost like 3 hours of work which was a sign it’s time to be done
I’M STILL NOT DONE WTIH THIS STUPID BOOK I’m going to read it RIGHT NOW goddamn it
With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
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