When You Play A Game Of Thrones

Jaime Smiled Knowingly. Men Will Read All Sorts Of Things Into A Knowing Smile If You Let Them.

I Can See A Scene In My Head, And When I Try To Get It Down In Words On Paper, The Words Are Clunky; The Scene Is Not Coming Across Right. So Frustrating. And There Are Days Where It Keeps Flowing. Open The Floodgates, And There It Is. Pages And Pages Coming. Where The Hell Does This All Come From? I Don't Know.

I Bet This Is A Brothel," She Whispered To Gendry. "you Don't Even Know What A Brothel Is." "i Do So," She Insisted. "it's Like An Inn, With Girls.

Why Ask For Truth," Ser Barristan Said Softly, "if You Close Your Ears To It?

Ideas Are Cheap. I Have More Ideas Now Than I Could Ever Write Up. To My Mind, It's The Execution That Is All-important.