Words Are Like Arrows, Arianne. Once Loosed,

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.

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli. Reality Is Plywood And Plastic, Done Up In Mud Brown And Olive Drab. Fantasy Tastes Of Habaneros And Honey, Cinnamon And Cloves, Rare Red Meat And Wines As Sweet As Summer. Reality Is Beans And Tofu, And Ashes At The End.

She Never Forgets A Slight, Real Or Imagined. She Takes Caution For Cowardice And Dissent For Defiance. And She Is Greedy. Greedy For Power, For Honour, For Love.

Remember, Whatever The Price...i'll Beat It! I Like Living! Tyrion Lannister

You Look Pale, Sansa," Cersei Observed. "is Your Red Flower Still Blooming?" "yes" "how Apt. The Men Will Bleed Out There, And You In Here.