Politicians Were Mostly People Who'd Had Too

I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

Oh, My Sweet Summer Child," Old Nan Said Quietly, "what Do You Know Of Fear? Fear Is For The Winter, My Little Lord, When The Snows Fall A Hundred Feet Deep And The Ice Wind Comes Howling Out Of The North. Fear Is For The Long Night, When The Sun Hides Its Face For Years At A Time, And Little Children Are Born And Live And Die All In Darkness While The Direwolves Grow Gaunt And Hungry, And The White Walkers Move Through The Woods

...the Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword." "...a Ruler Who Hides Behind Paid Executioners Soon Forgets What Death Is.

There's No Shame In Fear, My Father Told Me, What Matters Is How We Face It.

We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories. So, When I Am Inside The Head Of A Character Who Would Otherwise Be Considered A Villain, I Have A Great Deal Of Affection For That Character And I'm Trying To See The World And The Events Through Their Eyes.