Eat your heart out, Rowling. Maybe you have billions of dollars and my Hugo, but you don't have readers like these.
Courage and folly are cousins, or so I’ve heard.
On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.
When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.
Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back. - Areo Hotah
Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter