Noseless And Handless, The Lannister Boys.

I Don’t Know If I Have Any Particular Views About Women In Positions Of Power, Though I Do Think It’s More Difficult For Women, Particularly In A Medieval Setting. They Have The Additional Problem That They’re A Woman And People Don’t Want Them In A Position Of Power In An Essentially Patriarchal Society.

I Want To Weep, She Thought. I Want To Be Comforted. I'm So Tired Of Being Strong. I Want To Be Foolish And Frightened For Once. Just For A Small While, That's All....a Day.....an Hour.

My Brother Has His Sword, King Robert Has His Warhammer And I Have My Mind...and A Mind Needs Books As A Sword Needs A Whetstone If It Is To Keep Its Edge. That's Why I Read So Much Jon Snow.

Much As I Admire Tolkien, I Once Again Always Felt Like Gandalf Should Have Stayed Dead. That Was Such An Incredible Sequence In Fellowship Of The Ring When He Faces The Balrog On The Khazad-dûm And He Falls Into The Gulf, And His Last Words Are, "fly, You Fools." What Power That Had, How That Grabbed Me. And Then He Comes Back As Gandalf The White, And If Anything He's Sort Of Improved. I Never Liked Gandalf The White As Much As Gandalf The Grey, And I Never Liked Him Coming Back. I Think It Would Have Been An Even Stronger Story If Tolkien Had Left Him Dead.

Perhaps I Will Die Too, She Told Herself, And The Thought Did Not Seem So Terrible To Her. If She Flung Herself From The Window, She Could Put An End To Her Suffering, And In The Years To Come The Singers Would Write Songs Of Her Grief. Her Body Would Lie On The Stones Below, Broken And Innocent, Shaming All Those Who Had Betrayed Her. Sansa Went So Far As To Cross The Bedchamber And Throw Open The Shutters ... But Then Her Courage Left Her, And She Ran Back To Her Bed, Sobbing.