Bolton Rising - Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

We have recently begun to receive numerous communications asking if we post our writing anywhere online, other that here at the Snow Keep.

Just to make sure it’s clear to our fans, we will only ever post our writing on The Snow Keep. Occasionally you’ll find short RP and always lots of asks and answers Arya Jeyne's blog and on Ramsay’s blog.

A really easy way to find all of our connected websites is by going to our central hub, boltonrising.tumblr.com. Bookmark us there and you’ll be able to find us, our writing and our family of blogs.

Of course, please always feel free to ask us anything! We can be reached by askbox on AryaJeyne's blog, on Ramsay’s blog, and boltonrising.tumblr.com. You can also email us at thesnowkeep@gmail.com

Thank you all so much, for your loyalty and your support. We love you all! <3


Comments

  1. Clara03 October, 2013

    Wow, that is so horrible of that person to try to capitalize on the popularity of your work and steal your name! I do have Boltonrising.com bookmarked & also this and your other sites. You guys are amazing and you've put so much work and time, not to mention incredible talent, into Bolton Rising. I've been reading that story since you started it, since I first found this site through The Mountain story. You guys are the best fic writers out there, so thank you for all you do. We do appreciate it. And as you say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. They also say 'imitated but never duplicated' which is certainly true of you both. No imitator could come close to matching your work!

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