I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.
George R. R. MartinFor men, the answer was always the same and never farther away than the nearest sword. For a woman, a mother, the way was stonier and harder to know.
George R. R. MartinThereโs an old writing rule that says โDonโt have two character names start with the same letterโ, but I knew at the beginning that I was going to have more than 26 characters, so I was in trouble there. Ultimately it comes down to what sounds right. And I struggle with that, finding the right name for a character. If I canโt find the right name I donโt know who the character is and I canโt proceed.
George R. R. MartinI heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.
George R. R. Martina few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.
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