...if You Dance With Dragons, You Must

Sometimes He Could Almost Forget That It Was There, The Way You Forget About The Sky Or The Earth Underfoot, But There Were Other Times When It Seemed As If There Was Nothing Else In The World.

Love Is The Bane Of Honor, The Death Of Duty.

Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At Doing Nothing. He Calls It Thinking.

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

Something About The Howling Of A Wolf Took A Man Right Out Of His Here And Now And Left Him In A Dark Forest Of The Mind, Running Naked Before The Pack.