A Crown Should Not Sit Easy On

Love Is The Bane Of Honor, The Death Of Duty.

When You Have Known The Kiss Of A Flaying Knife, A Laugh Loses All Its Power To Hurt You.

The Wildlings Seemed To Think Ygritte A Great Beauty Because Of Her Hair; Red Hair Was Rare Among The Free Folk, And Those Who Had It Were Said To Be Kissed By Fire, Which Was Supposed To Be Lucky.

Tarly, When I Was A Lad Half Your Age, My Lady Mother Told Me That If I Stood About With My Mouth Open, A Weasel Was Like To Mistake It For His Lair And Run Down My Throat. If You Have Something To Say, Say It. Otherwise, Beware Of Weasels.

One Of The Things I Love, And I'm A Voracious Reader As Well As A Writer, Is Books That Surprise Me, That Are Not Predictable.