I have a huge emotional attachment to characters I've created, especially the viewpoint characters.

Power resides where men believe it to reside.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream.

Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.

What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men's souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.

You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.