What the King dreams, the Hand builds.

Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Sleep is good, he said, And books are better.

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

No man should live longer than his teeth.