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30 March 2014
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 by mbacani

by mbacani

06 January 2014
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George R.R. Martin is ruthless - every death in the Game of Thrones series is tabbed
photo by corgiwhisperer

George R.R. Martin is ruthless - every death in the Game of Thrones series is tabbed

photo by corgiwhisperer

06 October 2013

by Mørkvoß

by Mørkvoß

13 September 2013
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We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.

— George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords  
01 September 2013
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She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.

A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin
29 June 2013
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by doloresclaiborne

24 May 2013
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George R.R. Martin
George R.R. Martin
28 March 2013

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.

— George R.R. Martin
18 February 2013
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DSC_1988 on Flickr.

DSC_1988 on Flickr.

21 December 2012
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A Storm of Swords (by flossyflotsam)

A Storm of Swords (by flossyflotsam)

30 September 2012
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George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones