Post by whitewolfstark on Mar 28, 2016 4:21:07 GMT
I'm running into the problem I typically have with Season 2: events happen, but you feel that we're just transitioning between one state of things and another yet to come. Sure it's an interesting time as side shows come and go, but on the whole everything feels so transitory.
I'm running into the problem I typically have with Season 2: events happen, but you feel that we're just transitioning between one state of things and another yet to come. Sure it's an interesting time as side shows come and go, but on the whole everything feels so transitory.
Case in point, one transition us so abrupt, it appears Bronn is watching Davos walk with Stannis for a moment.
I think the quickness is largely due to the second book being so quick. The first introduces us gradually, the second is very fast paced.
"I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers."
So this shadow stabbed him from behind instead of slitting his throat and no mention of the cold.
I actually got the impression that the stab came from behind Renly's neck then came out through his throat (gorget) in the book, but I think I'm in the minority on that interpretation:
A Clash of Kings - Catelyn IV
"I beg you in the name of the Mother," Catelyn began when a sudden gust of wind flung open the door of the tent. She thought she glimpsed movement, but when she turned her head, it was only the king's shadow shifting against the silken walls. She heard Renly begin a jest, his shadow moving, lifting its sword, black on green, candles guttering, shivering, something was queer, wrong, and then she saw Renly's sword still in its scabbard, sheathed still, but the shadowsword . . .
"Cold," said Renly in a small puzzled voice, a heartbeat before the steel of his gorget parted like cheesecloth beneath the shadow of a blade that was not there. He had time to make a small thick gasp before the blood came gushing out of his throat.
"Your Gr—no!" cried Brienne the Blue when she saw that evil flow, sounding as scared as any little girl. The king stumbled into her arms, a sheet of blood creeping down the front of his armor, a dark red tide that drowned his green and gold. More candles guttered out. Renly tried to speak, but he was choking on his own blood. His legs collapsed, and only Brienne's strength held him up. She threw back her head and screamed, wordless in her anguish.