Sooner Would Be Better Than Later, And

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

Swords Have Been My Life, Not Books. But Every Child Knows That The Targaryens Have Always Danced Too Close To Madness. Your Father Was Not The First. King Jaehaerys Once Told Me That Madness And Greatness Are Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Every Time A New Targaryen Is Born, He Said, The Gods Toss The Coin In The Air And The World Holds Its Breath To See How It Will Land.

[as For Evolution]....cutting Out The Sections [on The Subject] Is Preferrable If The Portions Are Not Thick Enough To Cause Damage To The Spine Of The Book As It Is Opened And Closed In Normal Use. When The Sections Needing Correction Are Too Thick, Paste The Pages Together Being Careful Not To Smear Portions Of The Book Not Intended For Correction.

Life Is Not A Song, Sweetling. Someday You May Learn That, To Your Sorrow.

The Snow Drifted Down And Down, All In Ghostly Silence, And Lay Thick And Unbroken On The Ground. It Was A Place Of Whites And Blacks And Greys. White Towers And White Snow And White Statues, Black Shadows And Black Trees, The Dark Grey Sky Above. A Pure World, Sansa Thought. I Do Not Belong Here. Yet She Stepped Out All The Same.