Since self began writing Gendrya, she’s been learning just how different the Game of Thrones fandom is from the Hunger Games fandom.
For one thing, in the Game of Thrones fandom, minutiae matters to an obsessive degree.
Self learned today (from reading GoT fan fiction) that the language the White Walkers speak is called ‘Skroth.’ It supposedly “sounds like the cracking of ice.”
So if you’re planning to write Night King dialogue (or inner monologue, or whatever) you’d better know your Skroth. Just saying.
To help give her Gendrya more texture, self has been reading the books. There was one in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, and another from a friend’s son’s bedroom. The one she has with her in Mendocino is the one that belonged to the son of her friend. And it’s A Clash of Kings. Which is thrilling as all get-out (She’s also reading Philip Pullman’s The Book of Dust, Vol. One: La Belle Sauvage, and that too is pretty exciting, so she’s in the equivalent of Reading Heaven right now)
Conversation between Sansa and Tyrion:
“My guest.” He was wearing his chain of office, a necklace of linked golden hands. “I thought we might talk.”
“As my lord commands.” Sansa found it hard not to stare; his face was so ugly it held a queer fascination for her.
“The food and garments are to your satisfaction?” he asked. “If there is anything else you need, you have only to ask.”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.