We Read Fantasy To Find The Colors

Death, There Will Be Death, Aye. Your Lordship Lost A Son At The Red Wedding. I Lost Four Upon The Blackwater. And Why? Because The Lannisters Stole The Throne. Go To King’s Landing And Look On Tommen With Your Own Eyes, If You Doubt Me. A Blind Man Could See It. What Does Stannis Offer You? Vengeance. Vengeance For My Sons And Yours, For Your Husbands And Your Fathers And Your Brothers. Vengeance For Your Murdered Lord, Your Murdered King, Your Butchered Princes. Vengeance!

Arya, What Are You Doing?" "syrio Says A Water Dancer Can Stand On One Toe For Hours." Her Hands Flailed At The Air To Steady Herself. Ned Had To Smile. "which Toe?" He Teased. "any Toe," Arya Said, Exasperated With The Question. She Hopped From Her Right Leg To Her Left, Swaying Dangerously Before She Regained Her Balance. "must You Do Your Standing Here?" He Asked. "it's A Long Hard Fall Down These Steps." "syrio Says A Water Dancer Never Falls.

She Could Not Bear To Look At Him Just Now. If She Did, She Might Well Slap Him Again. Or Cry. Or Kiss Him. And Never Know Which Was Right And Which Was Wrong And Which Was Madness.

...and When You’ve Known Me Longer, You’ll Learn That I Mean Everything I Say.” “even The Lies?” “especially The Lies.

The Best Fantasy Is Written In The Language Of Dreams. It Is Alive As Dreams Are Alive, More Real Than Real, For A Moment At Least, That Long Magic Moment Before We Wake.