Some Allies Are More Dangerous Than Enemies.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

Some Men Want Whores On The Eve Of Battle, And Some Want Gods. Jon Wondered Who Felt Better Afterward.

I Have A Hole Where My Heart Should Be, She Thought, And Nowhere Else To Go.

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.

Perhaps That Is The Secret. It Is Not What We Do, So Much As Why We Do It.