Can They Love Without A Word For

I Beg You Both, Take Heart.'(varys) 'whose?' Asked Tyrion Sourly. He Could Think Of Several Tempting Choices.

The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

There Are No Men Like Me. There's Only Me

How Much Can A Crown Be Worth, When A Crow Can Dine Upon A King?

Gods And Wonders Always Appear, To Attend The Birth Of Kings.