slam dunk me into the nearest trash can

dysfunctional and dangerous

You’re mine, she whispered. Mine, as I’m yours. And if we die,we dieAll men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we’ll live.

I’m your woman nowJon Snow. You’re going to be loyal to your woman. 

Jon Snow, kissed by fire.


The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half- seen behind a fluttering curtain. Now he was a man, now a wolf, now a man again. But the skulls were here as well, the skulls were all around him.

I do know some things.