The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.
George R. R. MartinHas my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
George R. R. MartinThe morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.
George R. R. MartinHas my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
George R. R. Martin