For a writer so enamored with gore and, uh, more gore, George R. R. Martin sure has a soft spot for all creatures great and small. Or maybe it’s more like ‘all creatures great and greater’: We can’t confirm his feelings toward bunnies, but the Song of Ice and Fire author is definitely a fan of wolves.
I’ve always been fond of wolves … direwolves in Westeros, and real wolves in the real world. US wolf populations hit critical lows during the twentieth century, and finding a way for humans to co-exist with this majestic creatures is an important part of the conservation movement.
If you are generous and loyal enough to wed your fortune to that of the wolves — to the tune of $20,000 — GRRM will stab, pummel, disembowel, dismember, behead, poison, immolate, target-practice, flay, eye-gouge, moon-door, wildfire, White-Walker, or otherwise render your fictional self no longer living in an upcoming book. Buyer beware.
Unless your pockets are as deep as those of a Bravosian banker, the steep price tag of literary immortality — well, technically, mortality — may be a deterrent. But since Right Conquers Might, you can still, with Pride and Purpose and a little coin, get A Taste of Glory, says Mashable:
If you don’t have $20,000 on hand, don’t worry. Everyone who donates any amount is automatically entered to win a tour of the wolf sanctuary and take a helicopter ride with the author/murderer-of-all-hopes-and-dreams himself. Other donation tiers include signed maps of Westeros, show scripts and Martin’s own hat.
I can think of few things
nerdier nobler than to stride through a pack of direwolves, discussing dragons and wearing the maester’s own hat. Plus, I hear the Game of Thrones afterworld isn’t so bad.