A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be

I Buried Him With Mine Own Hands, In A Place He Showed Me Once When I Was A Squire At Storm’s End. No One Shall Ever Find Him There To Disturb His Rest.” He Looked At Jaime Defiantly. “i Will Defend King Tommen With All My Strength, I Swear It. I Will Give My Life For His If Need Be. But I Will Never Betray Renly, By Word Or Deed. He Was The King That Should Have Been. He Was The Best Of Them.

I Just Need To Rest, That’s All, To Rest And Sleep Some, And Maybe Die A Little.

Summer Is The Time For Squabbles. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths.

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 Choice Is Yours, Brother. Live A Thrall Or Die A King. Do You Dare To Fly? Unless You Take The Leap, You’ll Never Know." - Euron Greyjoy