Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

Books Are Dead Men Talking.

I Crossed A Thousand Leagues To Come To You, And Lost The Best Part Of Me Along The Way. Don't Tell Me To Leave.

A Man Agrees With God As A Raindrop Agrees With The Storm

They Can Keep Their Heaven. When I Die, I’d Sooner Go To Middle Earth.

How I Have Yearned For The Sound Of Your Sweet Voice,” Tyrion Sighed To Her. “how I Have Yearned To Have That Eunuch’s Tongue Pulled Out With Hot Pincers,” Cersei Replied.