Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
kings hands should-have
I buried him with mine own hands, in a place he showed me once when I was a squire at Storm’s End. No one shall ever find him there to disturb his rest.” He looked at Jaime defiantly. “I will defend King Tommen with all my strength, I swear it. I will give my life for his if need be. But I will never betray Renly, by word or deed. He was the king that should have been. He was the best of them.
men
Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.
knighthood said ready
None of us is ever ready,' he (Ned) said. 'For knighthood?' 'For death.
hurt kissing knives
When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.
kings birth wonder
Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.
eye sky looks
Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.
hair black bears
A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!
mother strong dark
The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong.
girl nice stupid
You look different now. Like a proper little girl," said Gendry. "I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns," said Arya. "Nice, though. A nice oak tree. You even smell nice for a change.
clothes wind lovers
It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.
children dying needs
We'll need to make a litter to carry him," said Osha. "No use," said Luwin. "I'm dying, woman." "You can't," said Rickon angrily. "No you can't." Beside him, Shaggydog bared his teeth and growled. The maester smiled. "Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can . . . die as I please.
kings children knights
An admiral without ships, a hand without fingers, in service of a king without a throne. Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child's riddle?
mother running mistake
Tarly, when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, beware of weasels.
sober
I stayed sober for this?