The Brightest Flame Casts The Darkest Shadow.

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

You Look Pale, Sansa," Cersei Observed. "is Your Red Flower Still Blooming?" "yes" "how Apt. The Men Will Bleed Out There, And You In Here.

They Can Keep Their Heaven. When I Die, I’d Sooner Go To Middle Earth.

Spikes, " He Sighed. "heads. Walls.

One Night, In His Cups, He Drank A Jar Of Wildfire, After Telling His Friends It Would Transform Him Into A Dragon, But The Gods Were Kind And It Transformed Him Into A Corpse.