The Morning Air Was Dark With The

People Often Claim To Hunger For Truth, But Seldom Like The Taste When It's Served Up.

Tyrion: My Gentle Sister Seems To Have Mistaken Me For Ned Stark. Bronn: I Hear He Was Taller. Tyrion: Not After Joff Took Off His Head.

I Wonder What The High Septon Would Have To Say About The Sanctity Of Oaths Sworn While Dead Drunk, Chained To A Wall, With A Sword Pressed To Your Chest?

An Admiral Without Ships, A Hand Without Fingers, In Service Of A King Without A Throne. Is This A Knight Who Comes Before Us, Or The Answer To A Child's Riddle?

I Do So Hope He Plays Us 'the Rains Of Castamere.' It Has Been An Hour. I've Forgotten How It Goes -- Olenna Tyrell, The Hbic