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there’s nothing more that screams BIG DICK ENERGY as drinking from the poisoned cup in front of the man who tried to poisoned you and watch him die ( because the fool put poison in both cups ) as you smile while you chug the rest of wine and the poor bastard dies at your feet
she had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. and she feared to dream. sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.
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They need never know how difficult it had been, or how much it had cost her. That was a lesson Melisandre had learned long before Asshai; the more effortless the sorcery appears, the more men fear the sorcerer.
“A healer and wise woman—one step away in reputation from sinister witch—”
— Margaret Atwood, from her preface of “Medea,” written by Christa Wolf
“Her mood is cruel, her nature dangerous, Her will fierce and intractable.”
— Euripides, Medea (trans. P Vellacott)
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“Ghost.” Melisandre made the word a song. The direwolf padded toward her.
Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
ASOIAF Meme: 5/5 Minor Characters: Melisandre:
We all must choose. Man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same. We choose light or we choose darkness.
Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Clash of Kings - Prologue “His,” Stannis broke in, “when by rights they should be mine. I never asked for Dragonstone. I never wanted it. I took it because Robert’s enemies were here and he commanded me to root them out. I built his fleet and did his work, dutiful as a younger brother should be to an elder, as Renly should be to me. And what was Robert’s thanks? He names me Lord of Dragonstone, and gives Storm’s End and its incomes to Renly. Storm’s End belonged to House Baratheon for three hundred years; by rights it should have passed to me when Robert took the Iron Throne.”
Languorous, languid night. Aromas of chocolate and of cinnamon.
Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Spanish Evening,” (edited)
Well if that ain’t a fuckin MOOD
- Techniques of Solomonic Magic: The origins and methods of the Solomonic grimoires by Dr. Stephen Skinner (p 5)
The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half-seen behind a fluttering curtain. Now he was a man, now a wolf, now a man again. But the skulls were here as well, the skulls were all around him. Melisandre had seen his danger before, had tried to warn the boy of it. Enemies all around him, daggers in the dark. He would not listen.
Unbelievers never listened until it was too late.
Melisandre POV, ADWD.
Magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool, like a knife. Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil,
Hecate, House of Hades (via minhos-mainho)
ASOIAF A Dream Of Spring Rarepair Week by @asoiafrarepairs - Day 4: Warmth | Tears
"R'hllor," [Melisandre] sang in a voice loud and clear, "you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night."
"Lord of Light, defend us. The night is dark and full of terrors." Queen Selyse led the responses, her pinched face full of fervor.
gif meme: doyouwannabuildanorgy asked: game of thrones + favourite minor character ↳Lady Melisandre wore no crown, but every man there knew that she was Stannis Baratheon’s real queen.
Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.
a moodboard for in dim carcosa ✦
“Even her hands shone with a white radiance, gleaming like a moonstone. Her beauty was overpowering; I was glad when she turned it away from me.”
— George McDonald, from Lilith.
“She stands before him clothed in garments of flaming fire, inspiring terror and making body and soul terrible, full of frightening eyes, in her hand a sword dripping bitter drops.”
— Barbara Black Koltuv (from, The Book of Lilith)
“- and why did Lilith eat the bones of her enemies? because even the night must remember to devour her own horrors.”
— witch, demon, lady, goddess, but always just a girl || O.L.