The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only

Night Gathers, And Now My Watch Begins. It Shall Not End Until My Death. I Shall Take No Wife, Hold No Lands, Father No Children. I Shall Wear No Crowns And Win No Glory. I Shall Live And Die At My Post. I Am The Sword In The Darkness. I Am The Watcher On The Walls. I Am The Fire That Burns Against Cold, The Light That Brings The Dawn, The Horn That Wakes The Sleepers, The Shield That Guards The Realms Of Men. I Pledge My Life And Honor To The Night's Watch, For This Night And All The Nights To Come.

And When You Have It, What Then? Some Secrets Are Safer Kept Hidden. Some Secrets Are Too Dangerous To Share, Even With Those You Love And Trust.

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.

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

Old Stories Are Like Old Friends, She Used To Say. You Have To Visit Them From Time To Time.