Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
mind rust
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
liars kissing kiss-me
Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
queens names knights
And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.
men nipples useless
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
mistake forbearance
You mistake patience for forbearance.
names giving
Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.
Can they love without a word for it?
kings children father
Swords have been my life, not books. But every child knows that the Targaryens have always danced too close to madness. Your father was not the first. King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.
summer mother laughter
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.
kings names islands
Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.
dawn foul ends
It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.
suffering sin
As we sin, so do we suffer
choices may slave
There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave. Their choice may be between bondage and death, but the choice is always there.
son fire steel
Little redcape," he snarled, "when next you bare steel on Shagga son of Dolf, I will chop off your manhood and roast it in the fire." "What, no goats?" Tyrion said, taking a bite of his cheese.