cantsleep2nite:

The Three-Eyed Crow, Brynden Rivers, with a nice little direwolf with him.
Amazing art by ErikShoemaker

cantsleep2nite:

The Three-Eyed Crow, Brynden Rivers, with a nice little direwolf with him.

Amazing art by ErikShoemaker







aegor-bittersteel:


Shiera and Bloodraven
 by *kethryn

aegor-bittersteel:

Shiera and Bloodraven

 by *kethryn




fancast asoiaf | brynden rivers [craig parker] 
“I have my own ghosts, Bran. A brother that I loved, a brother that I hated, a woman I desired. Through the trees, I see them still, but no word of mine has ever reached them. The past remains the past. We can learn from it, but we cannot change it.”

fancast asoiaf | brynden rivers [craig parker] 

I have my own ghosts, Bran. A brother that I loved, a brother that I hated, a woman I desired. Through the trees, I see them still, but no word of mine has ever reached them. The past remains the past. We can learn from it, but we cannot change it.




“a woman I desired”

“a woman I desired”






“Are you the three-eyed crow?” Bran heard himself say. A three-eyed crow should have three eyes. He has only one, and that one red. Bran could feel the eye staring at him, shining like a pool of blood in the torchlight. Where his other eye should have been, a thin white root grew from an empty socket, down his cheek, and into his neck.
“A … crow?” The pale lord’s voice was dry. His lips moved slowly, as if they had forgotten how to form words. “Once, aye. Black of garb and black of blood.” 

“Are you the three-eyed crow?” Bran heard himself say. A three-eyed crow should have three eyes. He has only one, and that one red. Bran could feel the eye staring at him, shining like a pool of blood in the torchlight. Where his other eye should have been, a thin white root grew from an empty socket, down his cheek, and into his neck.

“A … crow?” The pale lord’s voice was dry. His lips moved slowly, as if they had forgotten how to form words. “Once, aye. Black of garb and black of blood.” 



invocationofglamour:

young shiera and bloodraven hunting for arcane secrets in oldtown. lazy colours but i was starting to hate the sketch so it had to be finished :|

invocationofglamour:

young shiera and bloodraven hunting for arcane secrets in oldtown. lazy colours but i was starting to hate the sketch so it had to be finished :|



“The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother’s milk. Darkness will make you strong.” — A Dance With Dragons (via wordsoficeandfire)