Names Are Hard. I Have A Library

There Are No Men Like Me. There's Only Me

When Maester Aemon Heard Him Sing, He Said His Voice Was Honey Poured Over Thunder.

Once, I Cut Off A Man's Head, But He Did Not Know It Until He Tried To Brush His Hair. Then It Fell Off.

There Was An Agelessness About Him, A Stillness; On Roose Bolton's Face, Rage And Joy Looked Much The Same.

Just Where Do You Think You Are Going, Arya?' The Septa Demanded. Arya Glared At Her. 'i Have To Go Shoe A Horse,' She Said Sweetly Taking A Brief Satisfaction In The Shock On The Septa's Face.