Wayne

“Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes—gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun.”
― Charles Dickens, Bleak House

“You on your dog and me on my sow, chasing a dragon across the Dothraki sea.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“All his life he believed he was slumming toward something good.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Ice

“Lady Tanda’s daughter had surrendered her maidenhood to half a hundred shouting men behind a tanner’s shop. The gold cloaks found her wandering naked on Sowbelly Row.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings