We're setting up mechanisms where we can kill human beings with drones and missiles where you're sitting at a console and pressing the button. We never have to hear their whimpering, or hear them begging for their mother, or dying in horrible realities around us. I don't know if that's necessarily such a good thing.

Little redcape," he snarled, "when next you bare steel on Shagga son of Dolf, I will chop off your manhood and roast it in the fire." "What, no goats?" Tyrion said, taking a bite of his cheese.

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!

I've written some standalone novels, but a book series allows fans in. There's much more intense involvement.