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The Distinction Between Literary And Genre Fiction Is Stupid And Pernicious. It Dates Back To A Feud Between Robert Louis Stevenson And Henry James. James Won, And It Split Literature Into Two Streams. But It's A Totally False Dichotomy.

I Am The Sword In The Darkness. I Am The Watcher On The Walls. I Am The Fire That Burns Against The Cold, The Light That Brings The Dawn, The Horn That Wakes The Sleepers, The Shield That Guards The Realms Of Men.

There Are No Happy Endings.

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

Of All The Bright Cruel Lies They Tell You, The Cruelest Is The One Called Love.