Ser Barristan Loves His Honor, Grand Maester

She Narrowed Her Eyes. “what Is Our Heart’s Desire?” “vengeance.” His Voice Was Soft, As If He Were Afraid That Someone Might Be Listening. “justice.” Prince Doran Pressed The Onyx Dragon Into Her Palm With His Swollen, Gouty Fingers, And Whispered, “fire And Blood.

In Real Life, The Hardest Aspect Of The Battle Between Good And Evil Is Determining Which Is Which.

Ser Jaime?" Even In Soiled Pink Satin And Torn Lace, Brienne Looked More Like A Man In A Gown Than A Proper Woman."i Am Grateful, But...you Were Well Away. Why Come Back?" A Dozen Quips Came To Mind, Each Crueler Than The One Before, But Jaime Only Shrugged. "i Dreamed Of You," He Said.

The Intelligent And Efficient Politician Is A Species Virtually Unknown In The Galaxy. Perhaps I Might Secure A Scraping [for My] Cell Library.

If I Die, I Die Friendless And Abandoned. What Choice Did That Leave Him, But To Live?