A Bear! A Bear! All

Remember This, Boy. All Dwarfs May Be Bastards, Yet Not All Bastards Need Be Dwarfs." And With That He Turned And Sauntered Back Into The Feast, Whistling A Tune. When He Opened The Door, The Light From Within Threw His Shadow Clear Across The Yard, And For Just A Moment Tyrion Lannister Stood Tall As A King.

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow. Tyrion Smiled. Lord Varys, I Am Growing Strangely Fond Of You. I May Kill You Yet, But I Think I'd Feel Sad About It. I Will Take That As High Praise.

I Get Up Every Day And Work In The Morning. I Have My Coffee And Get To Work. On Good Days I Look Up And It's Dark Outside And The Whole Day Has Gone By And I Don't Know Where It's Gone. But There's Bad Days, Too. Where I Struggle And Sweat And A Half Hour Creeps By And I've Written Three Words. And Half A Day Creeps By And I've Written A Sentence And A Half And Then I Quit For The Day And Play Computer Games. You Know, Sometimes You Eat The Bear And Sometimes The Bear Eats You. [laughs]

Drifting Snowflakes Brushed Her Face As Light As Lover’s Kisses, And Melted On Her Cheeks. At The Center Of The Garden, Beside The Statue Of The Weeping Woman That Lay Broken And Half-buried On The Ground, She Turned Her Face Up To The Sky And Closed Her Eyes. She Could Feel The Snow On Her Lashes, Taste It On Her Lips. It Was The Taste Of Winterfell. The Taste Of Innocence. The Taste Of Dreams.

Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So I’ve Heard.