It was supposed to be a relatively straightforward diplomatic trip, but of course these things never were with demons.
Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.
Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.
And so she set out to find the source of the blizzard.
His reputation for honesty isn't unearned.
Goodsir is at heart a merciful man; Hickey uses that against him.
For the Star Wars Rare Ships Challenge over on Pillowfort.
This (last) month's challenge was to hit the "random" button on Wookieepedia and write a shipfic based on that. so here's this!
Bushy and Green are shortly to be dead.
Sol always knows the nicest things to say.
David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)