In The End Words Are Just Wind.

‎[melisandre] "his Grace Is Growing Fond Of You." [jon] "i Can Tell. He Only Threatened To Behead Me Twice." Page 58

It Was Bitingly Cold Up Here,and The Wind Pulled At His Clothes Like An Insistent Lover.

The Eunuch Had Looked Death In The Face, So Near He Might Have Kissed Her On The Lips.

Women Do Not Forget. Women Do Not Forgive.

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.