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I'm A Huge Fan Of Tolkien. I Read Those Books When I Was In Junior High School And High School, And They Had A Profound Effect On Me. I'd Read Other Fantasy Before, But None Of Them That I Loved Like Tolkien.

Contempt, Thought Tyrion, The Universal Tongue.

Most Have Been Forgotten. Most Deserve To Be Forgotten. The Heroes Will Always Be Remembered. The Best. The Best And The Worst. And A Few Who Were A Bit Of Both.

When I Was A Boy, I Dreamt That I Could Fly, He Announces. When I Woke, I Couldn't... Or So The Maester Said. But What If He Lied? What Do You Mean? Perhaps We Can Fly. All Of Us. How Will We Ever Know Unless We Leap From Some Tall Tower? No Man Ever Truly Knows What He Can Do Unless He Dares To Leap. There Is The Window. Leap. What Do You Want? The World.

I Was A Journalism Major, And I Would Take Creative Writing Classes As Part Of That, But I Would Also Look For Opportunities To Write Stories For Some Of My Other Classes. So For My Course In Scandinavian History, I Asked If I Could Write Historical Fiction Instead Of Term Papers. Sometimes They’d Say Yes.