One night, earlier this winter, my television screen went black, silent.
And then, on screen, a thousand sparks came together to form the words spoken in an accented whisper. “The night is dark and full of terrors.”
Chills. Chills down my back and arms. Those were the only words HBO had tossed “Game of Thrones” fans in long months. And that was enough to elicit a geeky squeak of awe.