Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover’s hand. Strange voices called to her from days long past. “Melony,” she heard a woman cry. A man’s voice called, “Lot Seven.” She was weeping, and her tears were flame. And still she drank it in.
we war, we will
kill for you
Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.
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.
the baptists and their prophets
“Men win wars, not magic tricks.”
Game of Thrones season two in rainbow (hi-res)
30 Days of ASOIAF | Day No. 11: Outfit You Think A Character Should Wear | Melisandre (Alexander McQueen Fall 2008 Couture)
