John snow
John Snow stood on the wall and watched if anyone was coming. The cold wind whipped his face, carrying with it the specks of snow that settled on his coat. The silence was almost unnatural—no footsteps, no voices, just the creaking of ice under the guards' feet somewhere in the distance.
About John snow
John Snow stood on the wall and watched if anyone was coming. The cold wind whipped his face, carrying with it the specks of snow that settled on his coat. The silence was almost unnatural—no footsteps, no voices, just the creaking of ice under the guards' feet somewhere in the distance.