Catelyn leaned back in her chair, smiling across the table at her boyfriend, Gabe. "That was so delicious," she said. "You are such a good cook." Gabe smiled back at her, setting down his fork and taking her hand in his. Gabe's roommates had gone to a house party, and Gabe had invited Catelyn over for a surprise dinner. Gabe's parents were from Italy, and...
Chapter 1 - First Day Walking through the gates of Winterfell for the first time as a Stark soldier was a proud moment. A young man who had dreamt of fighting for honour and glory since he was a young boy. Looking around Winterfell, you couldn't help but notice people hustling around the place. The royal family was here. The King wanted Ned Stark, the lord...
We called him The Mouth. He was unattractive, tall and lanky and weak, with pale, noodly arms and knobby knees and ice-pick elbows. His face was splotchy with acne scars and patchy in places the razor missed, and his eyes were a flat, periwinkle blue, made more dull and lifeless by the thick-lensed glasses he wore. I remember when he'd tried contacts for a...
Alan smiled at the perky blonde college student in the passenger seat of his sedan. "So Catelyn, have you figured out what your major is going to be yet?" "Mister Denny, are you wearing makeup?" It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Her brown eyes watched him without flinching, waiting to see how he'd respond. The question was so unexpected, it knifed...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is the brain child of the ruggedly handsome (he made me say that!) Scooter Titenbum, my editor extraordinaire. He made a flippant comment, and I thought it was a brilliant idea. So we have been collaborating together for the past few weeks. There's a big transition for Gayle in the beginning so the fun and good bits are gradually in...
Chapter 2 - The Woods Vidon awoke the next day in his tent, which he shared with several other soldiers. Between the early morning wake up call for soldiers and Lady Arya, Vidon knew he wasn't going to be getting much sleep. Vidon got out of bed and did as every other sole present did, got changed into their armour and head off to quickly grab some breakfa...
**Spoiler alert: contains spoilers through Season 8, Episode 4 of Game of Thrones. The feast was well underway at Winterfell. The Dornish wine was flowing freely. The living had defeated the dead once and for all. Arya Stark, the heroine of the battle, was off practicing archery. Daenerys Targaryen was standing alone, looking queenly. Jon Snow (aka Aegon Ta...
READERS: I am so sorry for the delay in getting this out! I was sorta lost and even forcing to write was traumatic. Ok, I'm exaggerating. lol Thanks for hanging with me. I've made this chapter a little juicy, but don't get used to it. I just had some making up to do. Thanks to JonB1965 for his editing expertise! We last left off with Hamish and Gayle havin...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this is short, but I'll not have access to a computer for a week, and I wanted to get something out for y'all. I will be working on it while I'm gone, and I promise I'll make up for it! I was a little irked that altho Lit did a great job expanding their new postings, my chap 14 was 15 out of 15 and lasted no more than 24 hours on the b...
Melisandre forged her path through the virgin snowfield of the Winterfell godswood, her breath coming in a billowing cloud that swirled amongst the falling snow as she stopped before the pallid boughs of the weirwood tree. She took some measure of solace in the cold and peace, content to let the snow comfort her svelte body as it encrusted her shoulders and...