all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.

He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.

I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back.

Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

I 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.

Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.

Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used against you