Dark Wings, Dark Words.

Nobody Likes Cravens,” He Said Uncomfortably. “i Wish We Hadn’t Helped Him. What If They Think We’re Craven Too?” "you're Too Stupid To Be Craven,” Pyp Told Him. “i Am Not,” Grenn Said. “yes You Are. If A Bear Attacked You In The Woods, You’d Be Too Stupid To Run Away.” “i Would Not,” Grenn Insisted. “i’d Run Away Faster Than You.” He Stopped Suddenly, Scowling When He Saw Pyp’s Grin And Realized What He’d Just Said.

As Daenerys Targaryen Rose To Her Feet, Her Black Hissed, Pale Smoke Venting From Its Mouth And Nostrils. The Other Two Pulled Away From Her Breasts And Added Their Voices To The Call, Translucent Wings Unfolding And Stirring The Air, And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

It Is Better To Be Seen As Cruel Than Foolish.

I Love You Too, Sweet Sister. But You're A Fool. A Beautiful Golden Fool.

Ten Years From Now, No One Is Going To Care How Quickly The Books Came Out. The Only Thing That Will Matter, The Only Thing Anyone Will Remember, Is How Good They Were. That's My Main Concern, And Always Will Be.