greg > Recent Status Updates

“It was a cloak. It was a deep forest green, rich cloth, fine cut. It hadn’t been bought off the back of some fripperer’s cart, either. This was the sort of clothing I could never hope to afford for myself.”

Hodor said only, “Hodor.” That was all he ever said.

“How’s that working out for you so far?” I said, irritated
that Sim of all people would presume to give me
relationship advice. “Statistically speaking, how often has
that strategy paid off, in your vast experience?”


"are the bitches in the room with us right now?"

I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.

“She…” Kvothe’s head was bowed so low he seemed to be speaking to his hands laying in his lap. “What am I doing?” He said faintly, as if his mouth was full of grey ash. “What good can come of this? How can I make any sense of her for you when I have never understood the least piece of her myself?”

"Simmon turned back to me, and spoke with remarkable
candor. “It’s just that we’d like to see you more often than
once every handful of days as you run from Mains to the
Fishery. Girls are wonderful, I’ll admit, but when one takes
one of my friends away, I get a little jealous.” He gave a
sudden, sunny smile. “Not that I think of you in that way, of
course.”

Second, I was brilliant. Not just your run-of-the-mill
brilliance either. I was extraordinarily brilliant.


we do a little bit of embellishing

“Upon him I will visit famine and a fire.
Till all around him desolations rings
And all the demons in the outer dark
Look on amazed and recognize
That vengeance is the business of a man.”

I was disgraced and outcast and homeless, without friend and without
money, and I had just given up the most valuable object in
the world, which was, perhaps, in the end the only valuable
object in the world. And yet I knew that all would be well.

Was she perhaps in truth attracted to him? I found that
more difficult to credit, but it was surely not impossible. Who
has not seen women attracted to men lacking every
attractive quality?

"I went that way myself once. Through the fourth level, I
mean. I used to have a dog, and I kept him there, but he ran
away. I went after him and found a tunnel that left our
oubliette. Eventually I crawled out of a broken pedestal in a
place called the Atrium of Time."

this like the second time its been mentioned ever

OOO IM BACK AT IT

"In this overlong account of
my adventures, I have said often that I forget nothing; but I
have forgotten much of that, because I was so exhausted
that I moved as though in sleep."


bro is lying AGAIN

It left him blackened and consumed. For a moment, I think,
he still lived; his head jerked back and his arms were flung
wide. There was a puff of smoke, carried away at once by
the wind.

"Let her say what she likes. Her son needs to be taken in hand
before he ruins us all. I blame those jackanapes on the council—our
friend Petyr, the venerable Grand Maester, and that cockless wonder
Lord Varys. What sort of counsel are they giving Joffrey when he
lurches from one folly to the next? Whose notion was it to make this
Janos Slynt a lord? The man’s father was a butcher, and they grant
him Harrenhal."

“Mother says I’m still to marry you, so you’ll stay here, and you’ll obey.”

“I don’t want to marry you,” Sansa wailed. “You chopped off my father's head!"

"He was a traitor. I never promised to spare him, only that I’d be
merciful, and I was."

“I am Tyrion, of House Lannister.Men call me the Imp.”

“My mother named me Shae. Men call me ... often.”

“In the songs, the knights never screamed nor begged for mercy.”

“Ah, fuck you, Ned,” the king said hoarsely. “I killed the bastard, didn’t I?”

“It’s not murder I find amusing, Lord Stark, it’s you. You rule like a man dancing on rotten ice. I daresay you will make a noble splash. ”

Is this like actually a fantasy isekai?

ASOIAF time NOW

Light bringer when…

“I extend a hand. With a smile, he seizes it in his immense gauntlet. His eyes blaze with excitement.
“To the trembling of the worlds,”

“Oh gods. Brooding again? Some things never change.”

“Worthy.”

“Is he dead?” she asks.

“Well, he ain’t talkin’,” I say.