Do Not Fear For Me. The Fire Is Mine.

do not fear for me. the fire is mine.

I don't care why you're covered in blood, why the bombs go out, and why they don't come back. This isn't my city. Those aren't my people. This isn't everything! You don't get to choose for the world! You don't get to choose for me. My wife is my choice. My daughter, my life is my choice. You think I went what I went through, did what I did to let anyone choose anything for me?

RICK GRIMES The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live — 1.01 "Years"

Hearts still beating. 

And yet I love this quiet clouded day. I love this settled stillness, and this feeling that, at any moment, down may come the rain. Should you say wasted? No, not really. Something is gathered. This quiet time brings one nearer.

Katherine Mansfield, from The Journal of Katherine Mansfield (1914-1922)

The largest structure ever built by the hands of man, Benjen Stark had told Jon on the kingsroad when they had first caught sight of the Wall in the distance. “And beyond a doubt the most useless,” Tyrion Lannister had added with a grin, but even the Imp grew silent as they rode closer. You could see it from miles off, a pale blue line across the northern horizon, stretching away to the east and west and vanishing in the far distance, immense and unbroken. This is the end of the world, it seemed to say.

When they finally spied Castle Black, its timbered keeps and stone towers looked like nothing more than a handful of toy blocks scattered on the snow, beneath the vast wall of ice. The ancient stronghold of the black brothers was no Winterfell, no true castle at all. Lacking walls, it could not be defended, not from the south, or east, or west; but it was only the north that concerned the Night’s Watch, and to the north loomed the Wall. Almost seven hundred feet high it stood, three times the height of the tallest tower in the stronghold it sheltered. His uncle said the top was wide enough for a dozen armored knights to ride abreast. The gaunt outlines of huge catapults and monstrous wooden cranes stood sentry up there, like the skeletons of great birds, and among them walked men in black as small as ants.

Hannibal S1E08 "Fromage" || S2E07 "Yakimono"