Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow

I sketched this up as I sat on a plane in San Juan waiting for takeoff. I added a little color to it this morning as I sat waiting to start work. And why was I sitting, waiting to start work you ask? It’s a Monday.


“Hoooodor,” said Hodor, swaying. Hooooooodor, hoooooodor, hoDOR, hoDOR, hoDOR.”

Sometimes he liked to do this, just say his name different ways, over and over and over and over. Other times, he would stay so quiet you forgot he was there. There was never any knowing with Hodor.

“HODOR, HODOR, HODOR!” he shouted.