“YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THIS SENTENCE WHEN IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE” SUGÁR János: Fényújság / Electronic Billboard # Blaha Lujza tér, Budapest Polifónia 1993. november 1 – 30 / Poliphony November 1 – 30, 1993.
“Don’t call me Lord Snow.” The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”
This is wrong, Jon thought. “Stop.” Emmett turned back, frowning. “My lord?” “I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.” “Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out. The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw.