Wonderful. Why, wontillions of words are written weekly, in the wistful worlds of waylaid wanderers, and the wild wastelands of the winter witches. Whenever whispers of Wight Walkers whistle to my wonderment, I wish my wits to wander Westeros, walking wistfully by the Watch’s will to the Wall, where my wisdom would want me to withdraw and wake, but wild wishes whoop upon the wind, willing my wanderings to whisk me away, to witness the world’s waking and to whisper in words that wantom wisdoms have waylaid.