Open letter.

[green_dreams]

Dear Mr. Martin;

I would like to thank you for twenty-three pages of the most agonizing dread that a book has ever delivered, beginning with Lord Frey's promise that "We'll have ... wine, /heh/, the red will run, and we'll put some wrongs aright" and ending, as expected, with Catelyn putting her hand on Edwyn Frey's sleeve and feeling the armour under the silk.

I mean, I knew what was coming. And it wasn't as bad as the waiting.

EDIT: siv_volk, don't read the comments before you read the book.

Comments

[psyco-path.livejournal.com]

It's like pulling off a band aid.

It's over before it really began.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

One dead wolf, by Lannister conniving. And one dead Stark, by a man who gave Jaime Lannister's regards as he twisted the knife.

Now that that's done with, perhaps we can have less kicking in the teeth by the world for the Starks, please? It can't get much worse.

[psyco-path.livejournal.com]

Phhttt.

There ARE a few that are still alive.

[thathatedguy.livejournal.com]

OK, I now know how far into the story Francis is, how about you?

[psyco-path.livejournal.com]

I finished the 4th yesterday.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

Frances.

Am now about fifty pages further on. Confess to a severe lack of optimism re: the future of the Night Watch.

[thathatedguy.livejournal.com]

I spent most of my formative years playing with a school chum named Francis. I will likely misspell that name until I am old and gr..... Shit, too late.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

All good. It's so pleasant to see a reason for the error instead of someone telling me I spell my name wrong... :)

[thathatedguy.livejournal.com]

Winter is coming.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

Summer is here.

(And might I add that Jon and Bran being within shouting distance of each other of the first time in about 1700 pages and then having Jon go *in the wrong direction* was enough to dive me briefly batshit.)