The Things I Do For Love.

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

I Have Touched More Men That I Can Count. Some With My Lips, More With My Axe.

I Could Have Written A Story About A Well-adjusted Family. Ned Stark Comes Down To King’s Landing And Takes Over And Solves All Their Problems. Would That Have Been As Exciting?

Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At Doing Nothing. He Calls It Thinking.

One Night, In His Cups, He Drank A Jar Of Wildfire, After Telling His Friends It Would Transform Him Into A Dragon, But The Gods Were Kind And It Transformed Him Into A Corpse.