Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

I Want To Weep, She Thought. I Want To Be Comforted. I'm So Tired Of Being Strong. I Want To Be Foolish And Frightened For Once. Just For A Small While, That's All....a Day.....an Hour.

Tears, She Said Scornfully To Sansa As The Woman Was Led From The Hall. The Woman's Weapon, My Lady Mother Used To Call Them. The Man's Weapon Is A Sword. And That Tells Us All You Need To Know, Doesn't It?

And Pray That He Is The Man I Think He Is, He Finished Silently, And Not The Man I Fear He Has Become.

Spikes, " He Sighed. "heads. Walls.

Robert Was Never The Same After He Put On That Crown. Some Men Are Like Swords, Made For Fighting. Hang Them Up And They Go To Rust.