I Have Been Despised By Better Men

As Daenerys Targaryen Rose To Her Feet, Her Black Hissed, Pale Smoke Venting From Its Mouth And Nostrils. The Other Two Pulled Away From Her Breasts And Added Their Voices To The Call, Translucent Wings Unfolding And Stirring The Air, And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

What Is Dead May Never Die, But Rises Again, Stronger And Harder.

As Much As I Love Historical Fiction, My Problem With Historical Fiction Is That You Always Know What's Going To Happen.

Historical Fiction Is Not History. You're Blending Real Events And Actual Historical Personages With Characters Of Your Own Creation.

When The Sun Has Set, No Candle Can Replace It.