In The End Words Are Just Wind.

When A Man Was Hurt You Took Him To The Maester, But What Could You Do When Your Maester Was Hurt?

You Were Made To Be Kissed, Often And Well.

Knights Die In Battle,” Catelyn Reminded Her. Brienne Looked At Her With Those Blue And Beautiful Eyes. “as Ladies Die In Childbed. No One Sings Songs About Them.

Unfortunately In Television, For Whatever Reason, Fantasy Became Thought Of As A Kids' Genre.

There Are A Number Of Things That I'm Trying To Get Into The Books. There's A Meta-fictional Aspect, If I May Use That Pretentious Word, To Writing Anything. You're Writing In The Shadow Of All The People That Have Gone Before And, In A Way, You're Having A Dialogue With Them. As Someone Who's Read J.r. Tolkien And Robert E. Howard And All The Great Fantasists Before, This Is Almost My Answer To Them.