Offene Jobs (15)

Hodor? Hodor.

Hodor? Hodor.

Nothing burns like the cold.

The North remembers.

Every flight begins with a fall.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken thi...

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack...

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains w...

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken thi...

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

The things I do for love.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains w...

Hodor? Hodor.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack...