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Shagga Son Of Dolf Likes This Not. Shagga Will Go With The Boyman, And If The Boyman Lies, Shagga Will Chop Off His Manhood-" "-and Feed It To The Goats, Yes," Tyrion Said Wearily.

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Shagga Son Of Dolf Likes This Not. Shagga Will Go With The Boyman, And If The Boyman Lies, Shagga Will Chop Off His Manhood-" "-and Feed It To The Goats, Yes," Tyrion Said Wearily.

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You're Mine," She Whispered. "mine, As I'm Yours. And If We Die, We Die. All Men Must Die, Jon Snow. But First, We'll Live.

Unfortunately In Television, For Whatever Reason, Fantasy Became Thought Of As A Kids' Genre.

Lord Snow Wants To Take My Place Now.' He Sneered. 'i'd Have An Easier Time Teaching A Wolf To Juggle Than You Will Training This Aurochs.' 'i'll Take That Wager, Ser Alliser', Jon Said. 'i'd Love To See Ghost Juggle.

Even In Dreams, You Could Not Fall Forever.

There’s An Old Writing Rule That Says ‘don’t Have Two Character Names Start With The Same Letter’, But I Knew At The Beginning That I Was Going To Have More Than 26 Characters, So I Was In Trouble There. Ultimately It Comes Down To What Sounds Right. And I Struggle With That, Finding The Right Name For A Character. If I Can’t Find The Right Name I Don’t Know Who The Character Is And I Can’t Proceed.

A Man Agrees With God As A Raindrop Agrees With The Storm

His Sister Liked To Think Of Herself As Lord Tywin With Teats, But She Was Wrong. Their Father Had Been As Relentless And Implacable As A Glacier, Where Cercei Was All Wildfire, Especially When Thwarted.

My Mother Raised Me To Be Bold. If I Do Not Go, I Will Spend The Rest Of My Life Wondering What Might Have Happened If I Had." "if You Do Go, The Rest Of Your Life May Be Too Short For Wondering. - Asha & Rodrick

I Had Written Three Books [games Of Throne], At That Point, And Each One Of Them Was Better Than The Other. At A Certain Point, As The Books Were Doing Well, I Started Getting Interest From Hollywood, From Various Producers And Studios Who Were Initially Interested In Doing A Feature Film. I Met With Some Of Those People And I Had Phone Conversations With Some Of Those People, But I Didn't See It Being Done As A Feature Film.

Jon:'what Are You Doing Up There? Why Aren't You At The Feast?' Tyrion: 'too Hot, Too Noisy, And I'd Drunk Too Much Wine', The Dwarf Told Him. 'i Learned Long Ago That It Is Considered Rude To Vomit On Your Brother.

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories. So, When I Am Inside The Head Of A Character Who Would Otherwise Be Considered A Villain, I Have A Great Deal Of Affection For That Character And I'm Trying To See The World And The Events Through Their Eyes.

Summer Is The Time For Squabbles. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths.

In The World As I Have Seen It, No Man Grows Rich By Kindness.

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