Game of Thrones (Spoilers serie-libro)

o eso de Daenerys también lo pensé, pero revise las fechas en la wiki y no concuerdan en unos años.

When he closed his eyes, he dreamed of direwolves.

There were five of them when there should have been six, and they were scattered, each apart from the others. He felt a deep ache of emptiness, a sense of incompleteness. The forest was vast and cold, and they were so small, so lost. 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.

Jon?

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 . . .

A weirwood.

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?

Not always, came the silent shout. Not before the crow.

He sniffed at the bark, smelled wolf and tree and boy, but behind that there were other scents, the rich brown smell of warm earth and the hard grey smell of stone and something else, something terrible. Death, he knew. He was smelling death. He cringed back, his hair bristling, and bared his fangs.

Don't be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eyes. See? Like this. And the tree reached down and touched him.
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"There was a tree with my brother's face. The wildlings . . . there were thousands, more than I ever knew existed. And giants riding mammoths." From the way the light had shifted, Jon judged that he had been asleep for four or five hours. His head ached, and the back of his neck where the talons had burned through him. But that was in the dream.

el hecho de que Bran aparezca en el sueño.. quizás pasa eso literalmente, que Bran desde su Verdevidencia, entra en el sueño de Jon y se comunican.

Asha y Theon se encuentran con daenerys dado que obviamente han manifestado previamente su intención, sino

Jon vs Ramsay
Los caballeros del Valle llegando en plan Señor de los Anillos (no sabemos cómo es posible ya que deberían llegar por el sur pero la batalla es al norte de Winterfell y nadie les ve ni avisa ni nada, claro.
Ramsay y los perros era posible y queda clarísimo según habla de ellos antes de la batalla
Drogon quemando barcos ganando él solo la batalla.

Tristemente que Davos encuentre el juguete de Shireen en la pira, para muchos ha pasado desapercibido enterrado en esa marabunta de pelea llena de absurdeces culminada con el almuerzo canino(eso si, visualmente es espectacular, de lo mejor de las seis temporadas)