I was listening to George R R Martin’s Clash of Kings on my commute today, and chuckled over this line:
He thought he could smell smoke,
though perhaps it was just the
scent of his nerves fraying.
Do you ever have days like that?
I was listening to George R R Martin’s Clash of Kings on my commute today, and chuckled over this line:
He thought he could smell smoke,
though perhaps it was just the
scent of his nerves fraying.
Do you ever have days like that?