When The End Comes, I

Not All Men Were Meant To Dance With Dragons.

She Narrowed Her Eyes. “what Is Our Heart’s Desire?” “vengeance.” His Voice Was Soft, As If He Were Afraid That Someone Might Be Listening. “justice.” Prince Doran Pressed The Onyx Dragon Into Her Palm With His Swollen, Gouty Fingers, And Whispered, “fire And Blood.

As Much As I Love Historical Fiction, My Problem With Historical Fiction Is That You Always Know What's Going To Happen.

If I Wanted To Honor You, I´d Let You Retire. I Am Planing To Make You Run The Kingdom And Fight The Wars While I Eat And Drink

The Sea Is Never Weary. I Must Be As Tireless.