It Is Better To Be Seen As

No Man Threatens His Grace In The Presence Of The Kingsguard.” Tyrion Lannister Raised An Eyebrow. “i Am Not Threatening The King, Ser, I Am Educating My Nephew. Bronn, Timett, The Next Time Ser Boros Opens His Mouth, Kill Him.” The Dwarf Smiled. “now That Was A Threat, Ser. See The Difference?

Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They Cannot Hurt You. Let Them Wash Over You.

It Was A Hollow Victory They Gave Me. A Crown...it Was The Girl I Prayed Them For. Your Sister, Safe... And Mine Again As She Was Meant To Be. I Ask You, Ned, What Good Is It To Wear A Crown?

There Are A Number Of Things That I'm Trying To Get Into The Books. There's A Meta-fictional Aspect, If I May Use That Pretentious Word, To Writing Anything. You're Writing In The Shadow Of All The People That Have Gone Before And, In A Way, You're Having A Dialogue With Them. As Someone Who's Read J.r. Tolkien And Robert E. Howard And All The Great Fantasists Before, This Is Almost My Answer To Them.

The Eunuch Had Looked Death In The Face, So Near He Might Have Kissed Her On The Lips.