Men Are Men, Vows Are Words, And

From Where I Sit, Battles Are Hard. I’ve Written My Share. Sometimes I Employ The Private’s Viewpoint, Very Up Close And Personal, Dropping The Reader Right Into The Middle Of The Carnage. That’s Vivid And Visceral, But Of Necessity Chaotic, And It Is Easy To Lose All Sense Of The Battle As A Whole. Sometimes I Go With The General’s Point Of View Instead, Looking Down From On High, Seeing Lines And Flanks And Reserves. That Gives A Great Sense Of The Tactics, Of How The Battle Is Won Or Lost, But Can Easily Slide Into Abstraction.

The Greatest Fools Are Ofttimes More Clever Than The Men Who Laugh At Them.

Woman?” She Chuckled. “is That Meant To Insult Me? I Would Return The Slap, If I Took You For A Man.” Dany Met His Stare. “i Am Daenerys Stormborn Of House Targaryen, The Unburnt, Mother Of Dragons, Khaleesi To Drogo’s Riders, And Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms Of Westeros.

I Will Teach Them What It Means To Put A Lion In A Cage, Cersei Thought.

Drowning Was Bad Enough. But Drowning Sad And Sober, That's Too Cruel.