A Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Before

Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.

I Bet This Is A Brothel," She Whispered To Gendry. "you Don't Even Know What A Brothel Is." "i Do So," She Insisted. "it's Like An Inn, With Girls.

His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.

No Mortal Man Could Frighten Him, No More Than The Darkness Could, Nor The Bones Of His Soul, The Grey And Grisly Bones Of His Soul.

It Is One Thing To Be Clever And Another To Be Wise.