Yes - 90% Of Fantasy Is Crap.

So Be It. I'll Wear My Iron And Hold My Tongue. A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.

Kill Me, And Be Cursed. You Are No King Of Mine.

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

Ser Barristan Loves His Honor, Grand Maester Pycelle Loves His Office, And Littlefinger Loves Littlefinger.

There Are A Number Of Things That I'm Trying To Get Into The Books. There's A Meta-fictional Aspect, If I May Use That Pretentious Word, To Writing Anything. You're Writing In The Shadow Of All The People That Have Gone Before And, In A Way, You're Having A Dialogue With Them. As Someone Who's Read J.r. Tolkien And Robert E. Howard And All The Great Fantasists Before, This Is Almost My Answer To Them.