She narrowed her eyes. โWhat is our heartโs desire?โ โVengeance.โ His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. โJustice.โ Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, โFire and blood.
George R. R. MartinI'm not a writer who's preaching some particular philosophy or something but the big questions do concern me and I like to make my readers think and debate and argue with each other and look at some aspect of the world or some act of governance or war or power and have an angle they haven't considered before, and that's something I strive for and hopefully have accomplished.
George R. R. Martin