I’d sooner drink a pint of piss than take the word of any Frey.
A true gentleman, scholar, and bad-ass.
What the hell, I blinked and now it’s 1 AM. I got nothing done today. I guess I was suffering from post-Baelor stress disorder. Time to retire to the sleep cave with Greg Keyes’s The Briar King and Chumlee’s big fat ass on my television. Such a lovable buffoon.
Thanks mainly to the delightful weather and the delicious new strain handed to me by my most trusted friend, I found myself powering through Tad Williams’s second entry of the Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn trilogy today underneath the watchful eye of a large Oak in my backyard. The Stone of Farewell was much more fast paced when compared to The Dragonbone Chair. This was probably an illusion building on the fact that names, races, and places had been established and I was used to some of the…cumbersome titles. Whether my own perception, or a more fluid (but still quite verbose) style adopted by Mr. Williams it doesn’t really matter; this part of the trilogy was quite gripping.
I thought the Balon was really strong. The Davos was alright, but the woman didn’t sell me on Melisandre. Guess it’s a good thing there are hundreds of other actors for them to consider for these roles.
—A Storm of Swords
—Varys, the Spider