spinning yarns from heartstrings
***The Following Post May Contain Spoilers! Read at your own Risk!*** I came into Season 8, Episode 4 feeling a little jaded in regards to the Battle of Winterfell, but I don’t think I even realized at the time how jaded I was. I accepted a lot of things throughout the course of HBO’s adaptation […]
***The Following Post May Contain Spoilers! Read at your own Risk!*** First of all, could the title for this blog post be any longer? Secondly… there is no secondly. Let’s just get down to business. I’ve been wanting to write these blog posts for a while, but I needed to consume the episodes again (and […]
One day he would rebuild her, all of her–she whom he lost in order to find himself, but first he needed to remember her face in perfect detail. The tightly pinched lips that once told him: no! don’t! STOP! The wide, terrified eyes that refused to look at him because they saw him, always saw […]
The wrong kinds of spirits will make sure she’s never free, trust me on this. They thrive on madness, obsession. Someone in her frame of mind should never have been permitted access, and now… because she’s distanced herself from this realm, drawing her back to us will be damn near impossible. Don’t you see? She […]
“What part of till death do us part did you not understand, Carmella?”
He was supposed to be tutoring the boy, teaching him the fundamentals of rulership and government, about the provinces surrounding his kingdom, and the art of managing the crown’s finances because it was important that a ruler never allow someone else to do all the work. It was how mischief was made, how greedy fools […]
He threw her body in the well and thought that was the end of her, of the harm she would have brought him. He would go back to his life, forget his mistake, honor his wife the way he was supposed to. In time, he became an honest man, save for the dark secret he […]
For too long, the song lingered on the wind, a chorus of certainty warning those who never listened: “Winter is coming.” And though the wise never say it, they know what the words really mean: ice in their bones, in their eyes, in their hearts, in their souls. The whole world frosting over as his […]
Captain’s log; Stardate 4198, Year of the Goatrab Bit: It never fails to surprise me how far cultural similarities travel through the cosmos. Out here on the cusp of the Myceneaen Cluster, millions of light years away from Earth, we discovered an entire planetary system, three habitable worlds teeming with life dancing to the tune […]
They were absolutely hideous to look at, and Martinique could smell the cloying sweetness even through the wrapper. Their tiny faces, eyes unopened to the world, lips puckered, noses blunt… To be fair, they looked like wrinkled old men, more than babies, but the confectiomancer promised the souls were young. The magic would work; she […]