I’d Be Anonymous. That’s What I’d Do

You Were Made To Be Kissed, Often And Well.

What Could He Have Done, One Man Against So Many?" He Could Have Tried, Brienne Thought.

There Is Something Old And True In Fantasy That Speaks To Something Deep Within Us, To The Child Who Dreamt That One Day He Would Hunt The Forests Of The Night, And Feast Beneath The Hollow Hills, And Find A Love To Last Forever Somewhere South Of Oz And North Of Shangri-la.

Some Gave Me Soft Words And Some Blunt, Some Made Excuses, Some Promises, Some Only Lied. In The End Words Are Just Wind.

"weese," She Would Whisper, First Of All. "dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff The Sweetling. The Tickler And The Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei."