Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And

Love Is Sweet, Dearest Ned, But It Cannot Change A Man's Nature. -- Lyanna

Knights Die In Battle,” Catelyn Reminded Her. Brienne Looked At Her With Those Blue And Beautiful Eyes. “as Ladies Die In Childbed. No One Sings Songs About Them.

If Somebody Dies And You Just Go Get More Popcorn, It’s A Superficial Experience Isn’t It?

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.

Power Resides Where Men Believe It To Reside.