Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men

If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us When We Leave A Room, Surely Something Of Our Souls Must Remain When We Leave This Life?" - Qyburn

There Are Too Many Steps In This Castle, And It Seems To Me They Add A Few Every Night, Just To Vex Me" - Maester Cressen

Men Are Mad And Gods Are Madder, She Told The Grass, And The Grass Murmured Its Agreement.

I Was A Journalism Major, And I Would Take Creative Writing Classes As Part Of That, But I Would Also Look For Opportunities To Write Stories For Some Of My Other Classes. So For My Course In Scandinavian History, I Asked If I Could Write Historical Fiction Instead Of Term Papers. Sometimes They’d Say Yes.

The Morning Air Was Dark With The Smoke Of Burning Gods.