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The Winds of Winter blew strong across the Plains of Abaranth. Kornth, the boy, looked up at Twer, the Dwarf, his master.
"The Winds of Winter blow strong today," said the boy.
"Yes," said the dwarf to his charge. "And it is still only summer."
"But winter is coming," said the boy.
"It is," said the dwarf, upping the pace of his stride, as much to counter the chill and as to reach his destination that much faster.
"Are we there yet?" asked the boy.
"Not far now," said the dwarf, bracing himself against another blast of cold air. The journey had been long, too long, already, and his stomach announced its presence with ever greater frequency, as if angry at the absence of sustenance. Twer tried his best to ignore it, but he could not resist its impatience call, and his mind brought him back to more bountiful times. He recalled his mother in the kitchen, cooking from a great book based on food found in several tomes of ancient legend. He remembered long nights at the long table, watching his father eat is weight in roast boar and banana pudding, washed down with ample pours of Swamp Drink. But that was a different time, a time before dragons. During the feasts, full of stories and mirth, no one ever thought the dragons would return. And now, no one ever thought the dragons would ever leave. They were like demanding house guests with unfathomable appetites and unappeasable demands, the stuff of myth for dietary needs alone who now made their nests in the charred bones of their former hosts, the skeletal remnants of the world as it was before.
That is why Twer walked as fast as his short legs would take him, and that is why Korth the boy raced to keep up. The boy was the key. That is what the Red Prophecy declared, and even if Twer had his personal doubts, his desperation was such that he was willing to put his faith in the prospects of this small child, this soon to be young man, this future king who had once faced down a dragon ... and lived.
― Josh in Chicago, Friday, 27 April 2018 20:31 (six years ago) link
one year passes...
Been a long time since I posted itt, but watching the shows has made me think about the books again.
I laughed to see GRRM putting out an angry blog about how he has not finished the books:
That seems to be happening right now. All of a sudden this crazy story about my finishing THE WINDS OF WINTER and A DREAM OF SPRING years ago is popping up everywhere. No, I am not going to provide links. I don’t want to reward purveyors of misinformation with hits.I will, however, say for the record — no, THE WINDS OF WINTER and A DREAM OF SPRING are not finished. DREAM is not even begun; I am not going to start writing volume seven until I finish volume six
It seems absurd to me that I need to state this. The world is round, the Earth revolves around the sun, water is wet…
...and GRRM will never finish the books. It’s a shame because the last episode spoilers I’ve read are so crazy that there’s no way he should have let it get to this position. Oh well!
― gyac, Tuesday, 14 May 2019 10:11 (five years ago) link
three years pass...
one month passes...