I'm Sorry That I Never Trusted You.

Robert Was The True Steel. Stannis Is Pure Iron, Black And Hard And Strong, Yes, But Brittle, The Way Iron Gets. He'll Break Before He Bends. And Renly, That One, He's Copper, Bright And Shiny, Pretty To Look At But Not Worth All That Much At The End Of The Day.

One Of The Hardest Parts Of Writing Is Writing From The Gut Or The Heart Or Something Like That Rather Than Intellectually.

Sam Loved To Listen To Music And Make His Own Songs, To Wear Soft Velvets, To Play In The Castle Kitchen Beside The Cooks, Drinking In The Rich Smells As He Snitched Lemon Cakes And Blueberry Tarts. His Passions Were Books And Kittens And Dancing, Clumsy As He Was.

And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

If He Must Be Alone, He Would Make Solitude His Armor.