Reading. That Was The Sport I Was

Is It Treason To Say The Truth? A Bitter Truth, But No Less True For That.

There Are Two Kinds Of Writers. There Are Architects And Gardeners. The Architects Do Blueprints Before They Drive The First Nail. The Gardeners Just Dig A Hole And Plant The Seed And See What Comes Up.

Old Stories Are Like Old Friends, She Used To Say. You Have To Visit Them From Time To Time.

When The Red Star Bleeds And The Darkness Gathers, Azor Ahai Shall Be Born Again Amidst Smoke And Salt To Wake Dragons Out Of Stone.

Different Roads Sometimes Lead To The Same Castle.