A Song of Ice and Fire
A Song of Ice and Fire “Fear is for the winter… when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. ― George R.R. Martin , A Game of Thrones What is the most precious part of your body, your house of stillness? Do you remember that your fingers are places of prayer? One never knows where the body is going. Concentrate on what you might acquire. A mate, a pilgrimage to somewhere distant in the heart, a brain unlocked or left to ruin, and ears for music: A Song of Ice and Fire. Is it that thing between your legs? Bowed down by words like firewood, clenched with words like ice… language is for the coward who thinks a rule is nice at any price. Oh my Ariel, you are in your eighties now, a universe apart. Seven realms in long summer days, but soon will winter come.