I Have Always Been A Dark Writer.

I Must Show No Fear, No Weakness, No Doubt.

The Snow Drifted Down And Down, All In Ghostly Silence, And Lay Thick And Unbroken On The Ground. It Was A Place Of Whites And Blacks And Greys. White Towers And White Snow And White Statues, Black Shadows And Black Trees, The Dark Grey Sky Above. A Pure World, Sansa Thought. I Do Not Belong Here. Yet She Stepped Out All The Same.

A Long Summer Always Meant A Long Winter To Come.

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

If I Could Wish The Kingslayer Back In Chains I Would. You Freed Him Without My Knowledge Or Consent... But What You Did, I Know You Did For Love. For Arya And Sansa, And Out Of Grief For Bran And Rickon. Love’s Not Always Wise, I’ve Learned. It Can Lead Us To Great Folly, But We Follow Our Hearts... Wherever They Take Us. Don’t We, Mother?