No One Who Wears A Crown Is

I Want To Weep, She Thought. I Want To Be Comforted. I'm So Tired Of Being Strong. I Want To Be Foolish And Frightened For Once. Just For A Small While, That's All....a Day.....an Hour.

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

Contempt, Thought Tyrion, The Universal Tongue.

A Cold Wind Was Blowing From The North, And It Made The Trees Rustle Like Living Things.

I Have A Huge Emotional Attachment To Characters I've Created, Especially The Viewpoint Characters.