Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

The true horrors of human history derive not from orcs and Dark Lords, but from ourselves.

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

For the night is dark and full of terrors.

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

Irri and Jhiqui argued about Rakharo. “You are too skinny for him,” Jhiqui was saying. “You are almost a boy. Rakharo does not bed with boys. This is known.” Irri bristled back. “It is known that you are almost a cow. Rakharo does not bed with cows.

I can see a scene in my head, and when I try to get it down in words on paper, the words are clunky; the scene is not coming across right. So frustrating. And there are days where it keeps flowing. Open the floodgates, and there it is. Pages and pages coming. Where the hell does this all come from? I don't know.