La librería Waterstones va a publicar un librito titulado What's your story? con trece relatos de distintos autores, con fines benéficos. Aquí se pueden leer los manuscritos, entre los que hay uno de la Jotaká, precuela de Harry Potter. Yo acabo de leerme ese y el de Neil Gaiman (me estoy terminando Stardust y he decidido que me encanta este tío) y pensé que por una vez estaría bien que lo que comparta con vosotros, mi querida friendlist, sea algo interesante. Lo mejor del de la Jotaká es la notita de despedida...

So, read, bitches, read!

Normalmente es aranya_mx la que hace estos posts, pero es que...

( OMG! )

¿A alguien le gusta Green Wing? El miércoles fui a mi GP, que me mandó al hospital a radiografiar de nuevo un dedito del pie que me rompí en febrero. El radiólogo resultó ser un personaje bastante peculiar que no paraba de canturrear y hablar consigo mismo con su acento inglés mientras iba de un lado para otro y me movía el pie para radiografiar desde mil ángulos. Yo allí sentada no podía evitar acordarme de Alan Statham y tuve que hacer verdaderos esfuerzos para no echarme a reir.

"Who can know the mind of a wolf?" Ser Rodrik Cassel said when Bran asked him why they howled. Bran's lady mother had named him castellan of Winterfell in her absence, and his duties left him little time for iddle questions.
"It's freedom they're calling for," declared Farlen, who was kennerlmaster and had no more love for the direwolves than his hounds did. "They don't like being walled up, and who's to blame them? Wild things belong in the wild, not in a castle."
"They want to hunt," agreed Gage the cook, as he tossed cubes of suet in a great kettle of stew. "A wolf smells better'n any man. Lika as not, they've caught the scent o'prey."
Maester Luwin did not think so. "Wolves oftenhowl at the moon. These are howling at the comet. See how bright it is, Bran? Perchance they think it is the moon."
When Bran repeated that to Osha, she laughed aloud. "Your wolves have more wit than your maester," the wildling woman said. "They know truths the grey man has forgotten." The way she said it made him shiver, and when he asked what the comet meant, she answered, "Blood and fire, boy, and nothing sweet."
Bran asked Septon Chayle about the comet while they were sorting through some scrolls snatched from the library fire. "It is the sword that slays the season," he replied, and soon after the white raven came from Oldtown bringing word of autumn, so doubtless he was right.
Though Old Nan did not think so, ans she'd lived longer than any of them. "Dragons," she said, lifting her head and sniffing. She was near blind and could not see the comet, yet she claimed she could smell it. It be dragons, boy," she insisted. Bran got no princes from Nan, no more than he ever had.
Hodor said only, "Hodor."


No puedo evitar reirme con este tipo de detalles. Es una de las cosas que me está encantando de estos libros; es todo tan epic y de pronto...

Ha nevado, ha nevado, ha nevado, ha nevado!!! YAY!!!!! SQUEEEEEE ^______^

...kind of catchy...

Me encanta XD

OMG! Qué emoción! :3

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