And who are you, the proud Lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
George R. R. MartinI was a journalism major, and I would take creative writing classes as part of that, but I would also look for opportunities to write stories for some of my other classes. So for my course in Scandinavian history, I asked if I could write historical fiction instead of term papers. Sometimes theyโd say yes.
George R. R. MartinFree folk don't follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic," the King-Beyond-the-Wall had told him. "They won't dance for coins, they don't care how your style yourself or what that chain of office means or who your grandsire was. They follow strength. They follow the man.
George R. R. MartinHe pushed himself to his feet. โDonโt lie, Sansa. I am malformed, scarred, and small, butโฆโ she could see him groping โโฆabed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers.โ He took a draught of wine. โI am generous. Loyal to those who are loyal to me. Iโve proven Iโm no craven. And I am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. I can even be kind. Kindness is not a habit with us Lannisters, I fear, but I know I have some somewhere. I could beโฆ I could be good to you.
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