I Swear To You, Sitting A Throne

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.

Tolkien Made The Wrong Choice When He Brought Gandalf Back. Screw Gandalf. He Had A Great Death And The Characters Should Have Had To Go On Without Him.

Sorcery Is The Sauce Fools Spoon Over Failure To Hide The Flavor Of Their Own Incompetence.

My Own Heroes Are The Dreamers, Those Men And Women Who Tried To Make The World A Better Place Than When They Found It, Whether In Small Ways Or Great Ones. Some Succeeded, Some Failed, Most Had Mixed Results... But It Is The Effort That's Heroic, As I See It. Win Or Lose, I Admire Those Who Fight The Good Fight.

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