George R. R. Martin really does make me smile, and on a regular basis.
Listening to the audiobook of A Feast of Crows just now, as I rode my bike home, I stood up and bounced with joy after I heard the following bit:
“She still grieves for her father.”
“Outlaws killed him,” sobbed Lady Amorae. [sp?] “Father had only gone out to
ransom Peter Pimple. He brought them the gold they asked for. But they hung
“Hanged, Amy! Your father was not a tapestry.”
Grammar and diction – oh, how I do delight in them. Thank you, George R.R. Martin, for allowing me to find these little joys all throughout your books. I am daily grateful for them. 😀
Day 21 of 40