Make No Mistake, Dwarf. I Fought For

I Love You Too, Sweet Sister. But You're A Fool. A Beautiful Golden Fool.

Know The Men Who Follow You And Let Them Know You. Don't Ask Your Men To Die For A Stranger.

As A Writer, My Goal, (which I'm Never Going To Achieve, And I Know That, And No Writer Can Achieve That,) But My Goal Is To Make You Almost Live The Books. I Want You To Fall Through That Page And Feel As If These Things Are Happening To You.

His Cloak Was His Crowning Glory; Sable, Thick And Black And Soft As Sin.

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