Two swords, two fighters, on a bridge to the future. One driven by his own pride and desires, the other by a duty to the mother of the king who commands the loyalty of the men who threaten them. A study in conflicting loyalties, the kind which make life difficult for all the men and women caught up in . . . the game…

Just a dream, albeit a dream filled with both loved ones and strangers both human and winged. Bran doesn't know it, but soon the strangers from that dream will prove to be more than figments of straying imagination.

Confirmed! That Joss Whedon, he's a smart kid.

Just a barrel, a dark depository where are kept the counterfeit, make-believe pieces of plaster and cloth, wrought in a distorted image of human life.

Clown, hobo, ballet dancer, bagpiper, and an Army major - a collection of question marks. Five improbable entities stuck together into a pit of darkness. No logic, no reason, no explanation; just a prolonged nightmare in which fear, loneliness, and the unexplainable walk hand in hand through the shadows.

"To each his own" - so goes the old phrase to which Mr. Woodrow Mulligan would heartily subscribe, for he has learned - definitely the hard way - that there is much wisdom in a third old phrase which goes as follows: "Stay in your own back yard." To which it might be added, "and, if possible, assist others to stay in…

Mr. Mulligan, a rather dour critic of his times, is shortly to discover the import of that old phrases, "Out of the frying pan, into the fire" - said fire burning brightly at all times in the Twilight Zone.

Barristan Selmy, once an honoured knight of the Kingsguard and now sworn to guard a queen without a kingdom, let alone seven. But as we've seen, his skills will be needed if Danaerys is to survive … the game of thrones.

The place is Westeros, specifically that part of it that lies beyond the Wall. This sad figure is one Samwell Tarly, late of Horn Hill but now part of the men who man that Wall. Samwell doesn't know it, but the figure up ahead isn't his brother in the Night's Watch anymore. No, as we're about to see, the figure ahead…

Some superstitions, kept alive by the long night of ignorance, have their own special power. You'll hear of it through a jungle grapevine in a remote corner of the Twilight Zone.

The carcass of a goat, a dead finger, a few bits of broken glass and stone, and Mr. Alan Richards, a modern man of a modern age, hating with all of his heart something in which he cannot believe and preparing - although he doesn't know it - to take the longest walk of his life, right down the center of the Twilight…

On the following morning, Sergeant Paradine and the rest of these men were moved up north to a little town in Pennsylvania, an obscure little place where a battle was brewing, a town called Gettysburg - and this one was fought without the help of the Devil.
Small historic note not to be found in any known books, but…

The time is 1863, the state of Virginia. The event is a mass blood-letting known as the Civil War, a tragic moment in time when a nation was split into two fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
This is Joseph Paradine, Confederate cavalry, as he heads down toward a small town in the middle of a valley. But…

The poles of fear, the extremes of how the Earth might conceivably by doomed. Minor exercise in the care and feeding of a nightmare, respectfully submitted by the thermometer-watchers in the Twilight Zone.

The word that Mrs. Bronson is unable to put into the hot, still, sodden air is 'doomed,' because the people you've just seen have been handed a death sentence. One month ago, the Earth suddenly changed its elliptical orbit and in doing so began to follow a path which gradually, moment by moment, day by day, took it…

Sterling? You're fired.

There is an answer to the doctor's question. All the Dachaus must remain standing. The Dachaus, the Belsens, the Buchenwalds, the Auschwitzes - all of them. They must remain because they are a monument to a moment in time when some men decided to turn the Earth into a graveyard. Into it they shoveled all of their…

Mr. Schmidt, recently arrived in a small Bavarian village which lies eight miles northwest of Munich, a picturesque, delightful little spot onetime known for its scenery but more recently related to other events having to do with some of the less positive pursuits of man: human slaughter, torture, misery, and anguish.

No comment here, no comment at all. We only wanted to introduce you to one of our very special citizens, little Anthony Fremont, age 6, who lives in a village called Peaksville in a place that used to be Ohio. And if by some strange chance you should run across him, you had best think only good thoughts. Anything less…

Tonight's story on The Twilight Zone is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States, and there's a little town there called Peaksville.
On a given morning not too long ago, the rest of the world disappeared and Peaksville was left all alone.…