A Man Could Not Always Be Where

My Old Grandmother Always Used To Say, Summer Friends Will Melt Away Like Summer Snows, But Winter Friends Are Friends Forever.

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.

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

Some Allies Are More Dangerous Than Enemies.

He Drew The Dagger And Laid It On The Table Between Them; A Length Of Dragonbone And Valyrian Steel, As Sharp As The Difference Between Right And Wrong, Between True And False, Between Life And Death.