All Dwarfs Are Bastards In Their Father's

Men Live Their Lives Trapped In An Eternal Present, Between The Mists Of Memory And The Sea Of Shadow That Is All We Know Of The Days To Come.

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

My Old Grandmother Always Used To Say, Summer Friends Will Melt Away Like Summer Snows, But Winter Friends Are Friends Forever.

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.

If The Day Comes When You Would Find Me Again, Give That Coin To Any Man From Braavos, And Say These Words To Him--valar Morghulis.