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Bookworms in A Song of Ice and Fire
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only one.”
Master Aemon of Castle Black. Former Prince Targaryen, Former Maester of Dragon Stone. “What is honour compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms…or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.” - Aemon
The Maester of Castle Black was a simple, but very endearing miniature to paint. The silky flow of his black robes and lines on his ancient face were two separate, fun challenges, alongside the multifarious links of his maester’s chain.
“Maester,” he said, shaking him gently by one shoulder. “Maester Aemon, wake up.”
Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.”
And now whatever way our stories end I know you have rewritten mine By being my friend.
(insp)