Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself

When I Am Writing Best, I Really Am Lost In My World. I Lose Track Of The Outside World. I Have A Difficult Time Balancing Between My Real World And The Artificial World.

A Sweet Face Oft Hides A Sinner's Heart.

I Do Know What’s Been Useless To Me Is The Online Fantasy Name Generators. I’ve Tried Those A Few Times, And They Say, ‘just Hit This Button And We’ll Generate 50 Fantasy Names,’ And They All Turn Out To Be ‘grisknuckle’.

You Could Make A Poultice Out Of Mud To Cool A Fever. You Could Plant Seeds In Mud And Grow A Crop To Feed Your Children. Mud Would Nourish You, Where Fire Would Only Consume You, But Fools And Children And Young Girls Would Choose Fire Every Time.

You're Mine," She Whispered. "mine, As I'm Yours. And If We Die, We Die. All Men Must Die, Jon Snow. But First, We'll Live.