It Had Been More Of A Wish,

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

Tomorrow's Trials Concerned Her More Than Yesterday's Triumphs.

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

Even The Sky Was Grey. Grey And Grey And Greyer. The Whole World Grey, Everywhere You Look, Everything Grey Except The Eyes Of The Bride. The Eyes Of The Bride Were Brown. Big And Brown And Full Of Fear.

It Was Astonishing To See How Angry Cersei Could Wax Over Accusations She Knew Perfectly Well To Be True.