Sometimes I think about the people who trekked across America on the understanding that God had promised them something amazing, thousands of miles through some pretty inhospitable and dangerous places, and then got to coastal California and got to be like wow yeah, knew it
How do I explain to the psychologist that I saw a lost kitten and its mother found it, scolded it, and after checking that it was okay, slapped it and took it home?
This may seem harsh but any experienced teacher knows that randomly killing yourself in the middle of a lesson is sometimes the only way to get the student to learn
One of my favourite little moments in the book is when Baelon (Rhaenyra’s grandfather) met Balerion:
"Prince Aemon was shy around the dragons at first, Benifer observed, but not so Baelon, who reportedly smote Balerion on the snout the first time he entered the Dragonpit. "He's either brave or mad, that one," old Sour Sam observed, and from that day forth the Spring Prince was also known as Baelon the Brave"