Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

She Should Be On A Hill Somewhere, Under A Fruit Tree, With The Sun And Clouds Above Her And The Rain To Wash Her Clean.

My Brother Is Undoubtedly Arrogant," Tyrion Lannister Replied. "my Father Is The Soul Of Avarice, And My Sweet Sister Cersei Lusts For Power With Every Waking Breath. I, However, Am Innocent As A Little Lamb. Shall I Bleat For You?

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

Men Are Mad And Gods Are Madder, She Told The Grass, And The Grass Murmured Its Agreement.

Reading. That Was The Sport I Was Good At.