It was a story called ‘The Hero’ which I sold to Galaxy magazine in 1970, for $94.

Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.

The choice is yours, brother. Live a thrall or die a king. Do you dare to fly? Unless you take the leap, you’ll never know." - Euron Greyjoy

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.

Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.

I don't want to be a queen. I want to be the queen.

So many vows … they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or another.