The nature of the gods is cruel. No one knew that more than Natari Snow For no matter which god you worshipped, be that the cold ones in north, the seven in the south or the hundreds of free and exotic ones across the sea, life was a hard and cruel game they played with their followers. Natari's wicked game had bega...
"But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose." ― Anne Brontë All men must die. All roses must wilt. There is a streak of wildness behind steel eyes. Two distinctly Stark features, yet they belong to Anya Whent. A Southern lady born in the shadow of Harrenhal with the blood of the North ru...
"killings the sweetest thing there is." Sandor Clegane The Crows were made to sweep floors, cook dinner, tend to Lords and Lady's until one day when a sword was swung and an arrow shot, changed the way they were treated in Winterfell forever. Now Lady and Ser, The Crows were the noblest Knights in Winterfell, caring...
A fan fic about a young girl named Nymaria Stark. When circumstances lead her to return to her home in the North she meets a very harsh and crude man known as the Hound. Their encounters are anything but sweet but as time goes on, and events bring them closer, Sandor Clegane learns to become more than just the Hound...