Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

Do You Want To Die Old And Craven In Your Bed?- How Else? Though Not Till I'm Done Reading.

First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy End!

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.

Give Me A Good Sharp Knife And A Good Sharp Cheese And I’m A Happy Man.

There’s Part Of Me That Loves Words. But Sometimes It Feels Like You’re Trying To Drive Nails With Your Shoe.