Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
men waiting stranger
She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her man had always made her wait.
feels doing-the-right-thing right-thing
I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?
mean cages lions
I will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage, Cersei thought.
lied ifs
Jon lied ... loudly, as if that could make it true.
hero world
The world is full of cravens who pretended to be heroes.
kings player men
In King’s Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces… Every man’s a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." Petyr Baelish
tears weapons thrones
Tears aren't a woman's only weapon.
lying writing people
Fiction is lies; we're writing about people who never existed and events that never happened when we write fiction, whether its science fiction or fantasy or western mystery stories or so-called literary stories. All those things are essentially untrue. But it has to have a truth at the core of it.
mother song queens
She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.
brother kings choices
The choice is yours, brother. Live a thrall or die a king. Do you dare to fly? Unless you take the leap, you’ll never know." - Euron Greyjoy
song lying grief
Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her. Sansa went so far as to cross the bedchamber and throw open the shutters ... but then her courage left her, and she ran back to her bed, sobbing.
men may done
You kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday.
love-is honor duty
Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.
hair yellow tree
My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.