Contempt, Thought Tyrion, The Universal Tongue.

The Truth Of It Is, Writers Do Have Peculiar Relationships With Their Characters. They Are Our Children In More Senses Than One. They Are Born Of Our Imaginations, Carry Much Of Ourselves In Them, And Embody Whatever Dreams We Dream Of Immortality.

Those Are Brave Men," He Told Ser Balon In Admiration. "let's Go Kill Them.

Pyp Had Stabbed A Turnip With His Knife. "the Night Is Dark And Full Of Turnips," He Announced In A Solemn Voice. "let Us All Pray For Venison, My Children, With Some Onions And A Bit Of Tasty Gravy.

People Are Going To Die Who Don't Die In The Books, So Even The Book Readers Will Be Unhappy. So Everybody Better Be On Their Toes. David And D.b. (david Benioff And D.b. Weiss Co-creators Of 'game Of Thrones') Are Even Bloodier Than I Am.

But A Voice Inside Her Whispered, There Are No Heroes, And She Remembered What Lord Petyr Had Said To Her, Here In This Very Hall. 'life Is Not A Song, Sweetling,' He'd Told Her, 'you May Learn That One Day To Your Sorrow.' In Life, The Monsters Win, She Told Herself.