A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be

Kill The Boy, Jon Snow. Winter Is Almost Upon Us. Kill The Boy And Let The Man Be Born.

The Pale Pink Light Of Dawn Sparkled On Branch And Leaf And Stone. Every Blade Of Grass Was Carved From Emerald, Every Drip Of Water Turned To Diamond. Flowers And Mushrooms Alike Wore Coats Of Glass. Even The Mud Puddles Had A Bright Brown Sheen. Through The Shimmering Greenery, The Black Tents Of His Brothers Were Encased In A Fine Glaze Of Ice. So There Is Magic Beyond The Wall After All.

...the Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword." "...a Ruler Who Hides Behind Paid Executioners Soon Forgets What Death Is.

Anger Was Better Than Tears, Better Than Grief, Better Than Guilt.

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.