Once She Had Loved Prince Joffrey With

Mother Said," Mocked The King. "don't Be Childish." "we're Children," Myrcella Declared Haughtily. "we're Supposed To Be Childish." The Hound Laughed. "she Has You There.

I Don't Like The Strictly Objective Viewpoint [in Which All Of The Characters' Actions Are Described In The Third Person, But We Never Hear What Any Of Them Are Thinking.] Which Is Much More Of A Cinematic Technique. Something Written In Third Person Objective Is What The Camera Sees. Because Unless You're Doing A Voiceover, Which Is Tremendously Clumsy, You Can't Hear The Ideas Of Characters. For That, We Depend On Subtle Clues That The Directors Put In And That The Actors Supply. I Can Actually Write, "'yes You Can Trust Me,' He Lied." [but It's Better To Get Inside The Characters' Heads.]

Every Man Must Die, Jon Snow. But First He Must Live.

The Pale Pink Light Of Dawn Sparkled On Branch And Leaf And Stone. Every Blade Of Grass Was Carved From Emerald, Every Drip Of Water Turned To Diamond. Flowers And Mushrooms Alike Wore Coats Of Glass. Even The Mud Puddles Had A Bright Brown Sheen. Through The Shimmering Greenery, The Black Tents Of His Brothers Were Encased In A Fine Glaze Of Ice. So There Is Magic Beyond The Wall After All.

The Prejudice Is Still There, But It's Breaking Down. You Have Writers Like Michael Chabon And The Yiddish Policemen's Union. He's A Writer Who's Determined To Break Down Genre Barriers. He's Done Amazing Things.