As the afternoon wore on, Sandor found himself returning to the thought that had occupied his mind for much of the last two days; a thought which was not so much a thought as a series of thoughts and feelings that were jumbled and tangled to the point where he could barely tell one from the other. His new outlook on life had not only put him in an ( Read more... )

Backdated to 5th December.After Bert left to return to his treehouse, Sandor sat where he was for a few minutes, staring at the neat pile of things Sansa had sent him. He had yet to look through it all, but the mere fact of what she'd done was enough to leave him near speechless. When he finally moved, it was to kneel before the bundle and slowly ( Read more... )

Sandor had laid himself down to sleep with his head on a rock, keeping Ace between him and the fire, his back firmly turned towards her. She'd fallen asleep quickly, exhausted by her day of giant lizard killing, no doubt. He was restless, however, unable to quiet his brain enough to get to sleep. He couldn't stop turning it over in his mind; how ( Read more... )

Sandor sat on a bench in the yard at Winterfell, sharpening his sword. It was gorgeous compared to the thing he'd been toting around for the last few months; not a spot of rust on it, not a nick or a pit in sight. In the center of the practice yard, Lord Stark's bastard was sparring with his skinny brat of a sister, their laughter ringing from the ( Read more... )