Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.

Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old.

The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.

Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you

A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword

You mistake patience for forbearance.