I just finished A Game of Thrones.
And they killed one of my favorite characters.
At first I didn't believe it. The narrative pans away at the last second and I kept desperately hoping that he was going to show up again in one the very few chapters left before the end. I wanted it to be one of those times when the author convinces the reader that the character in dead only to bring him back in some ludicrous fashion.You know those times where the ludicrousness doesn't bother you because you're just so happy that the character is still alive? I so wanted that. I was being pretty stubborn about it too, actually. I kept thinking, He can't be dead. Not really. They can't kill him. Not for good. But I'm afraid that G.R.R. Martin did in fact kill him. Every single related character had confirmed his death by the end of the book.
There's still this sliver of me, though, that thinks Martin just did a really good job convincing me; that my beloved character is going to show up in book two or three or four and I'm going to be like, I KNEW it!
(A girl can hope, can't she??)