Every Flight Begins With A Fall.

She Was Daenerys Stormborn, The Unburnt, Khaleesi And Queen, Mother Of Dragons, Slayer Of Warlocks, Breaker Of Chains, And There Was No One In The World That She Could Trust.

Too Stupid To Learn And Too Stupid To Give Up.

I Knew That, When Writing A Book, You're Not Constrained By A Budget. You're Not Constrained By What You Can Do, In Terms Of The Special Effects Technology. You're Not Limited To Any Particular Running Time.

A Few Days Ago She Had Been Wandering Around With A Swatch Of Black Silk Tied Over Her Eyes. Syrio Was Teaching Her To See With Her Ears And Her Nose And Her Skin, She Told Him. Before That, He Had Her Doing Spinds And Back Flips. "arya, Are You Certain You Want To Persist In This?" She Nodded. "tomorrow We're Going To Catch Cats." "cats." Ned Sighed.

The Truth Is All Around You, Plain To Behold. The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, The Day Bright And Beautiful And Full Of Hope. One Is Black, The Other White. There Is Ice And There Is Fire. Hate And Love. Bitter And Sweet. Male And Female. Pain And Pleasure. Winter And Summer. Evil And Good. Death And Life. Everywhere, Opposites.