One more errand and then, well . . . I’m going to write a book.
No offense, Your Ogrishness, but what are you going to write a book about?
You know how I’ve always loved words. I’m going to write a book of words.
I was under the impression that that’s what most books are.
Not composed of words. I’m going to write a book defining all the words in our language. I’m calling it a dictionary.
You’re writing in Jaeran?
Defining Jaeran words?
So you’ll have to already know Jaeran to read it?
You make it sound stupid
Well, that wasn’t very subtle.
I go walking
Beyond the forest
Where the world falls away
And the white light
Of forever fills the air
The Liveship Traders: [for my-littlerandomthings-posts]
"The rough palm that so gently touched his cheek, and the strong hands that carefully raised his head and held the blessedly cool and dripping cup to his mouth, were Kennit’s. ‘You are mine, Wintrow,’ the pirate declared.
Wintrow drank to that.”
Make me choose - avedaenerys asked: Éowyn or Arwen?