Your eye knows where it wants the arrow to go. Trust your eye.
(Source: juliable, via swordinthedarkness)
A face took shape within the hearth. Stannis? she thought, for just a moment … but no, these were not his features. A wooden face, corpse white. Was this the enemy? A thousand red eyes floated in the rising flames. He sees me. Beside him, a boy with a wolfs face threw back his head and howled.
(via swordinthedarkness)
(Source: thenorthremember-s, via fuckyeahgameofthrones)
<shooting arrows aggressively>
(Source: pointyearedelvishprinceling, via tossme)
(Source: ramrambolton, via anneboleyns)
