She Was No Stranger To Waiting, After

The Most Important Thing For Any Aspiring Writer, Is To Read! And Not Just The Sort Of Thing You're Trying To Write, Be That Fantasy, Sf, Comic Books, Whatever. You Need To Read Everything.

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

The More People You Love, The Weaker You Are.

Will You Make A Song For Him?' The Woman Asked. 'he Has A Song,' The Man Replied. 'he Is The Prince That Was Promised, And His Is The Song Of Ice And Fire.

I Dreamed... In The Black Of Night A Man Asks All The Questions He Dare Not Ask By Daylight. For Me, The Past Years, Only One Question Has Remained. Why Would The Gods Take My Eyes And My Strength, Yet Condemn Me To Linger On So Long, Frozen And Forgotten? What Use Could They Have For An Old Done Man Like Me? ... I Remember, Sam. I Still Remember. Remember What? Dragons, Aemon Whispered.