Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious

You Could Make A Poultice Out Of Mud To Cool A Fever. You Could Plant Seeds In Mud And Grow A Crop To Feed Your Children. Mud Would Nourish You, Where Fire Would Only Consume You, But Fools And Children And Young Girls Would Choose Fire Every Time.

That Little Touch Is Not In The Books, But I Wish It Had Been In The Books Because It Was A Great Addition.

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

Some Old Wounds Never Truly Heal, And Bleed Again At The Slightest Word.

I Like Grey Characters; Fantasy For Too Long Has Been Focused On Very Stereotypical Heroes And Villains.