Sins May Be Forgiven. Crimes Require Punishment.

Littlefinger: A Trade Envoy From Lys Once Observed To Me That Lord Stannis Must Love His Daughter Very Well, Since He'd Erected Hundreds Of Statues Of Her All Along The Walls Of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My Lord, Those Are Gargoyles.

Littlefinger Looked Like A Boy Who Had Just Taken A Furtive Bite From A Honeycomb. He Was Trying To Watch For Bees, But The Honey Was So Sweet.

I Do Know What’s Been Useless To Me Is The Online Fantasy Name Generators. I’ve Tried Those A Few Times, And They Say, ‘just Hit This Button And We’ll Generate 50 Fantasy Names,’ And They All Turn Out To Be ‘grisknuckle’.

I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

Why Do The Gods Make Kings And Queens If Not To Protect The Ones Who Can't Protect Themselves?