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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.

-George R. R. Martin

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We're All The Heroes

George R. R. Martin

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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.

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When Your Enemies Defy You, You Must Serve Them Steel And Fire. When They Go To Their Knees, However, You Must Help Them Back To Their Feet. Elsewise No Man Will Ever Bend The Knee To You

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It Was The Easiest Thing In The World For Arya To Step Up Behind Him And Stab Him. “is There Gold Hidden In The Village?” She Shouted As She Drove The Blade Up Through His Back. “is There Silver? Gems?” She Stabbed Twice More. “is There Food? Where Is Lord Beric?” She Was On Top Of Him By Then, Still Stabbing. “where Did He Go? How Many Men Were With Him? How Many Knights? How Many Bowmen? How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many? Is There Gold In The Village?

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.

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Some Truths Did Not Bear Saying, And Some Lies Were Necessary.

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