Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Words are pegs: A Feast For Crows, GRR Martin

"Even so she'd called it love, till Tris began to go on about the children she would bear him; a dozen sons at least, and oh, some daughters too. 'I don't want to have a dozen sons,' she had told him, appalled. 'I want to have adventures.'"
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...