A Sweet Face Oft Hides

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

You Must Put These Dreams Aside, They Will Only Break Your Heart.

Now I Understand Why King Stannis Let The Wildlings Through The Wall. He Means For Us To Eat Them.

I Have Always Regarded Historical Fiction And Fantasy As Sisters Under The Skin, Two Genres Separated At Birth.

Every Once In A Very Long While, Lord Tywin Lannister Would Actually Threaten To Smile; He Never Did, But The Threat Alone Was Terrible To Behold.