Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
sky tree soldier
Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.
fall air hands
Arya, What are you doing?" "Syrio says a water dancer can stand on one toe for hours." Her hands flailed at the air to steady herself. Ned had to smile. "Which toe?" he teased. "ANY toe," Arya said, exasperated with the question. She hopped from her right leg to her left, swaying dangerously before she regained her balance. "Must you do your standing here?" he asked. "It's a long hard fall down these steps." "Syrio says a water dancer NEVER falls.
winter boys men
Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.
teaching snow training
Lord Snow wants to take my place now.' He sneered. 'I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs.' 'I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser', Jon said. 'I'd love to see Ghost juggle.
looks toads mets
You make us look bad', complained Toad. 'You looked bad before I ever met you', Jon told him.
lord starks winterfell
The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark
summer wall cutting
This is not Winterfell', he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. 'On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you.
running stupid thinking
Nobody likes cravens,” he said uncomfortably. “I wish we hadn’t helped him. What if they think we’re craven too?” "You're too stupid to be craven,” Pyp told him. “I am not,” Grenn said. “Yes you are. If a bear attacked you in the woods, you’d be too stupid to run away.” “I would not,” Grenn insisted. “I’d run away faster than you.” He stopped suddenly, scowling when he saw Pyp’s grin and realized what he’d just said.
sweet voice tongue
How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice,” Tyrion sighed to her. “How I have yearned to have that eunuch’s tongue pulled out with hot pincers,” Cersei replied.
winter world certain
In this world, only winter is certain
rain play forgotten
I do so hope he plays us 'The Rains of Castamere.' It has been an hour. I've forgotten how it goes -- Olenna Tyrell, the HBIC
memories men years
The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.
names hell seven
If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells." --Prince Oberyn of Dorne.
years air dust
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.