Monthly Archives: June 2015

From “A Clash of Kings”

The battle fever. He had never thought to experience it himself, though Jamie had told him of it often enough. How time seemed to blur and slow and even stop, how the past and the future vanished until there was nothing but the instant, how fear fled, and thought fled, and even your body. “You don’t feel your wounds then, or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor, or the sweat running down into your eyes. You stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only the fight, the foe, this man and then the next and the next and the next, and you know they are afraid and tired but you’re not, you’re alive, and death is all around you but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing.” Battle fever. I am half a man and drunk with slaughter, let them kill me if they can!

George R. R. Martin

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“And trust me, songs play that I listened to when I was seeing you, and it makes me remember every little detail, the shape of your body, the bones in your back the taste of your lips. Sometimes those songs play and I just get crushed.
What do you think would have happened if we were to just be with each other? Just drop everything and go with it?”

You and I always had the odds stacked against us. I think always wanting each other, always needing each other, but never wanting to admit it.

“I would have thought you’re trying to forget about me.”

“In a sense, yes. But I could never forget about you, and well, I guess theres no point in trying, and you always cared like nobody else could, so I guess when I feel like nobody cares you’re the first person I think of.”