All Dwarfs Are Bastards In Their Father's

I Never Finished Any Of My Early Stories. They Were All Beginnings, An Endless Number Of Beginnings.

When I Was A Boy, I Dreamt That I Could Fly, He Announces. When I Woke, I Couldn't... Or So The Maester Said. But What If He Lied? What Do You Mean? Perhaps We Can Fly. All Of Us. How Will We Ever Know Unless We Leap From Some Tall Tower? No Man Ever Truly Knows What He Can Do Unless He Dares To Leap. There Is The Window. Leap. What Do You Want? The World.

No One Who Wears A Crown Is Ever Safe.

Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You Have Billions Of Dollars And My Hugo, But You Don't Have Readers Like These.

Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover Foul Ones.