the way ruby dixon trashes men in her books is so funny to me. she really said the men on this planet suck and then created a whole new planet with polite blue aliens whose only duty in life is to make their women happy
me: dance of the dragons was a deep conflict in which no side was completely wrong or completely right. both sides made horrible things and the real affected people were the common folk.
Most of us are not so strong. What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms … or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
I actually think you’re a version of me if I’d never met my friends. You’re like the worst-case scenario of what I could’ve become, no offence. […] You could be better. If we’re cut from the same cloth, then trust me.