Littlefinger Looked Like A Boy Who Had

It Was Bitingly Cold Up Here,and The Wind Pulled At His Clothes Like An Insistent Lover.

I Thought My Song Was Beginning That Day, But It Was Almost Done.

Let Me Tell You Something About Wolves, Child. When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies, But The Pack Survives. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths. So If You Must Hate, Arya, Hate Those Who Would Truly Do Us Harm.

You'll Find Truth In Your Looking Glass, Not On The Tongues Of Men.

...and When You’ve Known Me Longer, You’ll Learn That I Mean Everything I Say.” “even The Lies?” “especially The Lies.