There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

Eat your heart out, Rowling. Maybe you have billions of dollars and my Hugo, but you don't have readers like these.

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

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

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

There are no men like me. There's only me

I have always been a dark writer.