That's all that really matters in the end. Stories.
My most popular blogs end up being the ones where I talk about being a dad.
Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?
He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.
Re'lar Kvothe," he said seriously. "I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you." He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. "Quit grabbing at my tits.