More Details, More Devils.

The Eunuch Had Looked Death In The Face, So Near He Might Have Kissed Her On The Lips.

Catelyn Wanted To Run To Him, To Kiss His Sweet Brow, To Wrap Him In Her Arms So Tightly That He Would Never Come To Harm.

I Like Grey Characters; Fantasy For Too Long Has Been Focused On Very Stereotypical Heroes And Villains.

She Should Be On A Hill Somewhere, Under A Fruit Tree, With The Sun And Clouds Above Her And The Rain To Wash Her Clean.

Of Course You Know Him. Everyone Knows A Pear-shaped Man.