What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

They Say It Grows So Cold Up Here In Winter That A Man’s Laughter Freezes In His Throat And Chokes Him To Death,” Ned Said Evenly. “perhaps That Is Why The Starks Have So Little Humor.

The Gods Made Our Bodies As Well As Our Souls, Is It Not So? They Give Us Voices, So We Might Worship Them With Song. They Give Us Hands, So We Might Build Them Temples. And They Give Us Desire, So We Might Mate And Worship Them In That Way.

People Often Claim To Hunger For Truth, But Seldom Like The Taste When It's Served Up.

O Medo Corta Mais Profundamente Do Que As Espadas.

You May Be As Different As The Sun And The Moon, But The Same Blood Flows Through Both Your Hearts. You Need Her, As She Needs You.