Before he had lost his sight$$$ the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them$$$ as if each page was a hole into another world.
Before he had lost his sight$$$ the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them$$$ as if each page was a hole into another world.