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. MartinThe old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.
George R. R. MartinI love fantasy. I grew up reading fantasy. But, I wanted to put a somewhat different spin on it. The whole trope of absolute good versus absolute evil, which was wonderful in the hands of J.R. Tolkien, became cliche and rote in the hands of the many Tolkien imitators that followed.
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