I think I’m going to start running, get back into my PT exercises, and maybe even do some upper body stuff. I’m ready to feel healthier, and I guess running sounds like a good way to spend some quality time with my thoughts.
I’m a little worried about my knees, but if I get the right shoes and keep up with my PT, hopefully I won’t end up injuring myself.
“Robert can barely stomach his brothers. Not that I blame him. Stannis would be enough to give anyone indigestion.” (A Game of Thrones)
There was a single chair in the room, carefully positioned in the precise place that Dragonstone occupied off the coast of Westeros, and raised up to give a good view of the tabletop. Seated in the chair was a man in a tight-laced leather jerkin and breeches of roughspun brown wool. When Maester Cressen entered, he glanced up. “I knew you would come, old man, whether I summoned you or no.” There was no hint of warmth in his voice; there seldom was.
Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and by the grace of the gods rightful heir to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, was broad of shoulder and sinewy of limb, with a tightness to his face and flesh that spoke of leather cured in the sun until it was as tough as steel. Hard was the word men used when they spoke of Stannis, and hard he was. Though he was not yet five-and-thirty, only a fringe of thin black hair remained on his head, circling behind his ears like the shadow of a crown.
His brother, the late King Robert, had grown a beard in his final years. Maester Cressen had never seen it, but they said it was a wild thing, thick and fierce. As if in answer, Stannis kept his own whiskers cropped tight and short. They lay like a blue-black shadow across his square jaw and the bony hollows of his cheeks. His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night. His mouth would have given despair to even the drollest of fools; it was a mouth made for frowns and scowls and sharply worded commands, all thin pale lips and clenched muscles, a mouth that had forgotten how to smile and had never known how to laugh.(A Clash of Kings)
First Words Spoken
“I knew you would come, old man, whether I summoned you or no.” (A Clash of Kings)
it’s such a shame that Tom Cruise was cast in Edge of Tomorrow; no hate, I think he did a fine job (although I would have preferred someone else; I like Cruise best in his comedic roles, and I can’t get the idea of McAvoy as Cage out of my head), but I feel like his involvement keeps the fandom from becoming the size it should be
Emily Blunt as someone called the angel of Verdun and a full metal bitch in the same breath. Isn’t that enough for you people