In The End Words Are Just Wind.

Let Me Tell You Something About Wolves, Child. When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies, But The Pack Survives. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths. So If You Must Hate, Arya, Hate Those Who Would Truly Do Us Harm.

If? The Word Is When.

I'm A Strong Believer In Telling Stories Through A Limited But Very Tight Third Person Point Of View. I Have Used Other Techniques During My Career, Like The First Person Or The Omniscient View Point, But I Actually Hate The Omniscient Viewpoint. None Of Us Have An Omniscient Viewpoint; We Are Alone In The Universe. We Hear What We Can Hear... We Are Very Limited. If A Plane Crashes Behind You I Would See It But You Wouldn't. That's The Way We Perceive The World And I Want To Put My Readers In The Head Of My Characters.

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

Of All The Bright Cruel Lies They Tell You, The Cruelest Is The One Called Love.