Do the dead frighten you?

I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.

I knew a man once who told me that I smiled at the wrong things." "Do you? "Only by the light of those who smile at nothing.

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

I wanted to write a big novel, something epic in scale.