Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So

Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

The Sun Will Soon Be Setting, And Corpses Make Poor Company By Night. These Were Dark And Dangerous Men, Alive. I Doubt That Death Will Have Improved Them.

What Do You Like To Do?” She Scuffed A Toe Amongst The Rushes. “needlework.” “very Restful, Isn’t It?” “well,” Said Arya, “not The Way I Do It.

A Thousand Deaths Would Still Be Less Than He Deserves.

That Little Touch Is Not In The Books, But I Wish It Had Been In The Books Because It Was A Great Addition.