The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.

Writing is like sausage making in my view; you'll all be happier in the end if you just eat the final product without knowing what's gone into it.

Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.

His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?

If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.

This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.