All over the world, new things were happening. Songs were being composed, swords and sculptures forged, philosophies and cities erected and then brought crashing down. I mean, it was neat.


Greece was full of mountains, goats and guys in hoplite armor trying to skewer their neighbours - and that's it.


Once upon a time, England had a king, a giant by the of Bran. Now after various misadventures involving wars, sacks full of badgers, cauldrons that resurrected dead guys and all sorts of fun stuff like that, he managed to get his head cut off. As Bran was a guy after our collective heart, this little setback didn't shut him up. On the contrary, once Bran was dead he kept yammering away more than ever.