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 just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools.

I’d be anonymous. That’s what I’d do differently.

When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," she said sadly. "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before." -Daenerys Targaryen

They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.

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.