selective reporting

I’ve been reading bits and pieces of George R. R. Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series to Sarah. Somehow I think she’s gotten the wrong idea:

My image of these books is like, some guy, wandering forlornly across the frozen tundra, until he comes across a clan composed entirely of eleven-year-old girls. He impregnates half of them, then is spontaneously attacked and killed by a wolf.