summerwolves:

arya // arry

thelasttargaryen:

From Book to Screen - Prologue ’ A Game of Thrones’

“Who goes there?” 

Will heard the uncertainty in the challenge. He stopped climbing; he listened; he watched.

The woods gave answer: the rustle of leaves, the icy rush of the stream, a distant hoot of a snow owl.

The Others made no sound.

Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone. Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it had only been a bird, a reflection on the snow, some trick of the moonlight. What had he seen, after all?

“Will, where are you?” Ser Waymar called up. “Can you see anything?” He was turning in a slow circle, suddenly wary, his sword in hand. He must have felt them, as Will felt them. There was nothing to see. “Answer me! Why is it so cold?”

bilgetonyukuk:

For the Wolves!

aleximythia:

These are the best cupcakes ever :D

blog-of-thrones:

I don’t Know where I have collected these from, but they are just wonderful! 

dessine—moi-un-mouton:

Oh Kit.

I cannot wait for Jon Snow to become increasingly badass in seasons 3 and 4.

ten things meme: game of thrones - ten anything - wolves