Oh my God... beautiful. Thank you for sharing this story!

Hi! This is a sad/sweet little fic, touching and rings true for me, like things could really go this way. I have been reading through a lot of your stories on here, so I just wanted to take a minute to say "Thanks!" for amusing me. I like the way you choose your characters and tell their stories of what has been or what could be. Thanks for showing that not all fanfiction has to be shippy or smutty! Cheers!

Wow, just wow. So much angst, yet so matter-of-fact. And so in character. Nice.

I had to find this story again so that I could tell you how wretchedly perfect it is. It is so bleak that after I first read it, I immediately went in search of something lighter. Many Sansa/Sandor stories are darker in nature, but this one creates a future so devoid of hope I think even Mr. Martin would be impressed. It is a gift to be able to create a compelling and evocative story in so few words, but that is exactly what you have done. I think what makes it so chilling is not just the despair of their situation, but the little flickers of how it could have been happy. The impossibility of that happiness is truly gut-wrenching. Loved it, even though it tore my heart apart. That is talent.

This gave me goosebumps and made my heart ache. Beautifully written.

very sweet - I like that you didn;t get too graphic - I am not a prude, but reading some of the fanfic that goes into extreme sexual detail just doesn't feel right to me - even tho I think Sandor is hot - guess I like the unfulfilled romantic thing even more than fulfillment!

GODS YOU MADE ME SNIFFLE.

Oh this was so heartbreaking! I loved the powerful imagery of Stranger the symbol of death being sacrificed to ensure their lives. As always your writing is breathtaking and so well done! I do hope there will be more tales in the near future!

if I had an account, I would favorite this, like, 170,000 times!

wow, this is... i can't find a word. it's different, but is a good different.

I liked it.

All the Sandor/Sansa feels this gives me. I love it!

That was so good! So well written.

"He'd rather be back on the Quiet Isle, safe and warm and certain of his next meal - sometimes. Other times, he almost thinks having his little bird is worth the end of everything. He isn't sure which thought makes him hate himself more. So he doesn't reply. He just kisses her forehead and holds her tight and drifts into a sweeter dream."

I loved that part so much.

Dark, but incredibly beautiful.

"Other times, he almost thinks having his little bird is worth the end of everything."

I have to admit I almost think so, too.

very good job. reminds me a lot of cormac mccarthy's the road. san/san til the very end :)

Is it the Long Night? This is both tender and harrowing. Thank you