Illustration for Jon chapter VII, A clash of kings by George R.R. Martin
The words of the author:
Red eyes looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirwood had his brother’s face.
I’ve drawn Ghost, the white direwolf, in front of the heart tree in which he sees his brother Bran; in the background there are the thousand eyes and one: Bloodraven.
Passage from Jon VII A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin:
(…)His brothers were out there somewhere, and his sister, but he had lost their scent. He sat on his haunches and lifted his head to the darkening sky, and his cry echoed through the forest, a long lonely mournful sound. As it died away, he pricked up his ears, listening for an answer, but the only sound was the sigh of blowing snow.
The call came from behind him, softer than a whisper, but strong too. Can a shout be silent? He turned his head, searching for his brother, for a glimpse of a lean grey shape moving beneath the trees, but there was nothing, only . . .
It seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a myriad of fissures and hairline cracks. The tree was slender compared to other weirwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky. Wary, he circled the smooth white trunk until he came to the face. Red eyes looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirwood had his brother’s face. Had his brother always had three eyes?(…)