They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.
Sansa appreciation week » Day 1: favourite quote
There were many reasons we re-shot the pilot. A good number of Kit’s re-shoots were simply down to the fact that when he came back to us after the hiatus, he no longer looked 13. We dirtied him up. - D.B.Weiss
The freaky thing is realizing how much Isaac (Bran) looks like Kit (brother Jon) from 4/5 years ago.
Greetings from the Game of Thrones costumers of Dragon Con! I went to the (smaller) Friday shoot. As you can see, turn out was pretty epic! Book versions, show versions, mash ups, variations, serious crafting and hilarious jokes were all in attendance. My photos are just paltry iphone photos. For amazing shots of all the shoots (including the parade) I rec the Dragon Con GoT cosplay group on facebook. Many of the photogs are dropping links to their albums there.
Special thanks to Carly for that last shot of me and Yara!
More DragonCon envy…I especially like the cosplayer dressed up as the iron throne! Talk about creative.
Arya edged farther into the room. Joffrey’s dead. She could almost see him, with his blond curls and his mean smile and his fat soft lips. Jofftey’s dead! She knew it ought to make her happy, but somehow she still felt empty inside. Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?
The wolf was looking at her. Its jaws were red and wet and its eyes glowed golden in the dark room. It was Bran’s wolf, she realized. Of course it was. “Thank you,” Catelyn whispered, her voice faint and tiny. She lifted her hand, trembling. The wolf padded closer, sniffed at her fingers, then licked at the blood with a wet rough tongue. When it had cleaned all the blood off her hand, it turned away silently and jumped up on Bran’s bed and lay down beside him. Catelyn began to laugh hysterically.
"Ser Jorah had killed her son, Dany knew. He had done what he did for love and loyalty, yet he had carried her into a place no living man should go and fed her baby to the darkness. He knew it too; the grey face, the hollow eyes, the limp."