Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
desperation folly hard
Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.
men darkness soul
No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.
dream
We all dream of things we cannot have.
men done brienne
What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought.
beautiful sweet love-you
I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.
mouths babe
Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.
despair garments ifs
She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.
men iron tongue
So be it. I'll wear my iron and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear.
summer winter long
A long summer always meant a long winter to come.
kings children stupid
When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?" Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit. I smell hot bread baking. I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf. I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. "I don't smell anything," she said.
wind promise blunt
Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.
doubt weakness no-fear
I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt.
eye men looks
A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has eyes. You need only learn to read a face. Look at the eyes. The mouth. The muscles here, at the corners of the jaw, and here, where the neck joins the shoulders.
sweet brother father
My brother is undoubtedly arrogant," Tyrion Lannister replied. "My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you?