A Long Summer Always Meant A Long

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

All Men Carry Murder In Their Hearts, Yet Even So, The Poisoner Is Beneath Contempt.

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.

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

Dragons Old And Young, True And False, Bright And Dark. And You. A Small Man With A Big Shadow, Snarling In The Midst Of All.