- Oct 25, 2017
Been reading these books over the past week and man are they different from the show. What was this George RR Martin guy thinking when he made all these diverges from the TV show? HBO must be embarrassed.
There should be a whole thread of this.Stannis I
He had the superior numbers and years of experience, but the Bolton bastard knew the north better than he ever could.
"But I am not a good girl," she thought to herself. "That is not what he needs." She whispered something salacious into Ser Bronn's ear.
"We will not survive this mission without Daenerys' help," Jon surmised. Gendry was the fastest in the party and could run back to Eastwatch within the hour. With any luck, the band could fight off the others until she arrived from Dragonstone.
Do one for Arya waltzing around Braavos with assassins looking for her.
Fucking hell what a terrible show.Three Eyed Raven V
He looked at Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell, the girl Brandon Stark used to call sister. And fragments of memories puddled into his mind like raindrops into a bucket. He decided he would pour her a cup to nourish her thirst. "You were so beautiful that night. Snow falling, just like now."
I find that hard to believe considering he was writing TV episodes before he started writing ASOIAF. One of the reasons he started writing ASOIAF was because with books there are no financial limitations.Fun fact, George R. R. Martin had never even owned a television before writing the first book. He worked from notes he had hastily scribbled down onto a sheet of baking paper during a frequently disconnecting phone conversation with the showrunners.
This explains the dramatic differences between the books and the television show, such as how the novels are flawed but often vivid depictions of subjective world building, combining political intrigue with an almost ambient, shadowy fantasy contrast, making them unique and intriguing. Meanwhile, the show took its own path, choosing to instead focus on being very, very bad.
I think you need to re-read that post and the OP.
You're taking my post, in which I talk about George R R Martin frantically writing down notes on baking paper. a little seriously.
Even though GRRM dislikes fanfic, I think he'll like this oneMercy XI
She could not bring herself to kill the mummer. Instead, she would use a bag of gold to book safe passage back to Westeros. Just then, a kindly old woman approached her with a friendly greeting. No sooner had the two locked eyes than the woman's knife entered Arya's stomach. The waif twisted the knife to prolong the Stark girl's agony. With blood pouring from her open wound, Arya leapt into the canal's murky water. She would have to find a place to hide. The actress she had saved had learned to stitch wounds from her many unfortunate encounters with ex-lovers.
The next morning, Arya awoke to find the woman she spared dead anyway. She jumped out of bed and bounded across the city, her open wound spewing into the streets. She chased her left, right, down a giant staircase, through a fruit stand, and finally into the dark alleyways below.
Finally, the waif encountered Arya in the darkest of rooms. Arya pulled out her needle. "That won't help you," sneered the Waif. Arya snuffed out the final candle's flame with her blade.
As she met the face of Jaqen H'gar in the House of Black and White, Arya paused to admire her handiwork on the wall. "So a girl is finally no one," the faceless man asked. "A girl is Arya Stark, and I'm going home," replied Arya.