Different Roads Sometimes Lead To The Same

In The Game Of Thrones, Even The Humblest Pieces Can Have Wills Of Their Own. Sometimes They Refuse To Make The Moves You've Planned For Them.

A Long Summer Always Meant A Long Winter To Come.

And All Was Black And Still, And Black And Cold, And Black And Dead, And Black.

Life Is Not A Song, Sweetling. Someday You May Learn That, To Your Sorrow.

Who Do You Think Our Champion Will Be Today? Have You Seen Mace Tyrell's Boy? The Knight Of Flowers, They Call Him. Now There's A Son Any Man Would Be Proud To Own To. Last Tourney, He Dumped The Kingslayer On His Golden Rump, You Ought To Have Seen The Look On Cersei's Face. I Laughed Till My Sides Hurt.