Some Allies Are More Dangerous Than Enemies.

Will Holding A Secret In Your Heart Make It Any Less True? If You Never Tell, Never Speak Of It, Will It Become Only A Dream, Less Than A Dream, A Nightmare Half-remembered? Oh, If Only The Gods Would Be So Good. (catelyn)

It's Different For Every Writer. It's Not A Career For Anyone Who Needs Security. It's A Career For Gamblers. It's A Career Of Ups And Downs.

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

It Was The Easiest Thing In The World For Arya To Step Up Behind Him And Stab Him. “is There Gold Hidden In The Village?” She Shouted As She Drove The Blade Up Through His Back. “is There Silver? Gems?” She Stabbed Twice More. “is There Food? Where Is Lord Beric?” She Was On Top Of Him By Then, Still Stabbing. “where Did He Go? How Many Men Were With Him? How Many Knights? How Many Bowmen? How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many? Is There Gold In The Village?

Even The Sky Was Grey. Grey And Grey And Greyer. The Whole World Grey, Everywhere You Look, Everything Grey Except The Eyes Of The Bride. The Eyes Of The Bride Were Brown. Big And Brown And Full Of Fear.