Soon Comes The Cold, And The Night

Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.

What Was It Catelyn Stark Had Called Them, That Night At Bitterbridge? The Knights Of Summer. And Now It Was Autumn And They Were Falling Like Leaves.

Light Our Fire And Protect Us From The Dark, Blah Blah, Light Our Way And Keep Us Toasty Warm, The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, Save Us From The Scary Things, And Blah Blah Blah Some More.

On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are Brothers.

Clean Hands, Sansa. Whatever You Do, Make Certain Your Hands Are Clean." ~ Lord Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger