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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.

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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.

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

I Wonder What The High Septon Would Have To Say About The Sanctity Of Oaths Sworn While Dead Drunk, Chained To A Wall, With A Sword Pressed To Your Chest?

Men Will Always Underestimate You, He Said, And Their Pride Will Make Them Want To Vanquish You Quickly, Lest It Be Said That A Woman Tried Them Sorely. Let Them Spend Their Strength In Furious Attacks, Whilst You Conserve Your Own. Wait And Watch, Girl, Wait And Watch.

For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors.

It Is Being Common-born That Is Dangerous, When The Great Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones.

The Gods Made The Earth For All Men T' Share. Only When The Kings Come With Their Crowns And Steel Swords, They Claimed It Was All Theirs. "my Trees," They Said, "you Can't Eat Them Apples. My Stream, You Can't Fish Here. My Wood, You're Not T' Hunt. My Earth, My Water, My Castle, My Daughter, Keep Your Hands Away Or I'll Chop 'em Off, But Maybe If You Kneel T' Me I'll Let You Have A Sniff." You Call Us Thieves, But At Least A Thief Has T' Be Brave And Clever And Quick. A Kneeler Only Has T' Kneel.

There Are Things To Be Learned Even From The Dead.

Robb: Uncle Benjen Said To Send You To The Stables If I Saw You. Jon: I Have One More Farewell To Make. Robb: Then I Haven't Seen You.

They Are Children, Sansa Thought. They Are Silly Little Girls, Even Elinor. They’ve Never Seen A Battle, They’ve Never Seen A Man Die, They Know Nothing. Their Dreams Were Full Of Songs And Stories, The Way Hers Had Been Before Joffrey Cut Her Fathers Head Off. Sansa Pitied Them. Sansa Envied Them.

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