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Tolkien Can Say That Aragorn Became King And Reigned For A Hundred Years, And He Was Wise And Good. But Tolkien Doesn’t Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn’s Tax Policy? Did He Maintain A Standing Army? What Did He Do In Times Of Flood And Famine? And What About All These Orcs? By The End Of The War, Sauron Is Gone But All Of The Orcs Aren’t Gone – They’re In The Mountains. Did Aragorn Pursue A Policy Of Systematic Genocide And Kill Them? Even The Little Baby Orcs, In Their Little Orc Cradles?

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Tolkien Can Say That Aragorn Became King And Reigned For A Hundred Years, And He Was Wise And Good. But Tolkien Doesn’t Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn’s Tax Policy? Did He Maintain A Standing Army? What Did He Do In Times Of Flood And Famine? And What About All These Orcs? By The End Of The War, Sauron Is Gone But All Of The Orcs Aren’t Gone – They’re In The Mountains. Did Aragorn Pursue A Policy Of Systematic Genocide And Kill Them? Even The Little Baby Orcs, In Their Little Orc Cradles?

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What Could He Have Done, One Man Against So Many?" He Could Have Tried, Brienne Thought.

I Do Know What’s Been Useless To Me Is The Online Fantasy Name Generators. I’ve Tried Those A Few Times, And They Say, ‘just Hit This Button And We’ll Generate 50 Fantasy Names,’ And They All Turn Out To Be ‘grisknuckle’.

Ser Jaime?" Even In Soiled Pink Satin And Torn Lace, Brienne Looked More Like A Man In A Gown Than A Proper Woman."i Am Grateful, But...you Were Well Away. Why Come Back?" A Dozen Quips Came To Mind, Each Crueler Than The One Before, But Jaime Only Shrugged. "i Dreamed Of You," He Said.

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

Art Is Not A Democracy. People Don't Get To Vote On How It Ends.

I Have Climbed These Steps So Often I Know Each One By Name.

I Don’t Know What Message To Send To Bran. Help Him Tyrion.” “what Help Could I Give Him? I Am No Maester, To Ease His Pain. I Have No Spell To Give Him Back His Legs.” “you Gave Me Help When I Needed It” Jon Snow Said. “i Gave You Nothing,” Tyrion Said. “words.” “then Give Your Words To Bran Too.

I Want You To Be Afraid To Turn The Page (and To Do That) You Need To Show Right From The Beginning That You're Playing For Keeps.

Men Have Scars, Women Mysteries.

Turtles Have Always Been My Sigil, I Suppose. When I Was A Kid, Growing Up In Bayonne, Nj, I Lived In A Federal Housing Project, And We Were Not Allowed To Have A Dog Or Cats. The Only Pets I Could Have Were Turtles. So, I Had An Entire Toy Castle Filled With Dime-store Turtles. I Gave Them All Names, And Since They Were Living In A Toy Castle, I Decided They Were All Knights And Kingsand I Made Up Stories About How They Killed Each Other And Betrayed Each Other And Fought For The Kingdom. So, Game Of Thrones, Actually Began With Turtles. I Decided Later To Recast It With Actual Human Beings.

Those Are Brave Men," He Told Ser Balon In Admiration. "let's Go Kill Them.

Now You Know " The Crow Whispered As It Sat On His Shoulder. "now You Know Why You Must Live." "why " Bran Said Not Understanding Falling Falling. "because Winter Is Coming.

- Some Men Think Because They Are Afraid To Do. - There Is A Difference Between Fear And Caution.

A Man Does Not Need To Be A Wizard To Know Truth From Falsehood, Not If He Has Eyes. You Need Only Learn To Read A Face. Look At The Eyes. The Mouth. The Muscles Here, At The Corners Of The Jaw, And Here, Where The Neck Joins The Shoulders.

The Maester Smiled...hush Now, Child, I'm Much Older Than You. I Can....die As I Please.

Any Act Can Be A Prayer, If Done As Well As We Are Able.

Ofttimes A Very Small Man Can Cast A Very Large Shadow. Tyrion Smiled. Lord Varys, I Am Growing Strangely Fond Of You. I May Kill You Yet, But I Think I'd Feel Sad About It. I Will Take That As High Praise.

No Mortal Man Could Frighten Him, No More Than The Darkness Could, Nor The Bones Of His Soul, The Grey And Grisly Bones Of His Soul.

Can They Love Without A Word For It?

What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

When The End Comes, I Will Meet It Raging.

History Is A Wheel, For The Nature Of Man Is Fundamentally Unchanging. What Has Happened Before Will Perforce Happen Again.

All Men Are Fools, If Truth Be Told, But The Ones In Motley Are More Amusing Than Ones With Crowns.

Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious Ones, And I'll Sleep More Easily By Night.

For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors.

Cersei Lannister: I Shall Wear This As A Badge Of Honor. Robert Barathon: Wear It In Silence Or I'll Honor You Again.

I Will Hurt You For This. I Don't Know How Yet, But Give Me Time. A Day Will Come When You Think Yourself Safe And Happy, And Suddenly Your Joy Will Turn To Ashes In Your Mouth, And You'll Know The Debt Is Paid.

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