You Are Grown So Very Great Now,

Robert Was The True Steel. Stannis Is Pure Iron, Black And Hard And Strong, Yes, But Brittle, The Way Iron Gets. He'll Break Before He Bends. And Renly, That One, He's Copper, Bright And Shiny, Pretty To Look At But Not Worth All That Much At The End Of The Day.

The Morning Air Was Dark With The Smoke Of Burning Gods.

I Don't Ever Want T' Leave This Cave, Jon Snow. Not Ever

The Best Fantasy Is Written In The Language Of Dreams. It Is Alive As Dreams Are Alive, More Real Than Real, For A Moment At Least, That Long Magic Moment Before We Wake.

I Think Life Is A Jape. Yours, Mine, Everyone's