The Old Guard Dies But It Never

She Was As Forthright And Simple As The Winds That Blew Over Tara And The Yellow River That Wound Around It.

Ser Eyes Met His, Hers Naked With Pleading, His Remote As Mountain Lakes Under Gray Skies. She Saw In Them Defeat Of Her Wild Dream, Her Mad Desires.

I Was Right When I Said I'd Never Look Back. It Hurts Too Much, It Drags At Your Heart Till You Can't Ever Do Anything Else Except Look Back.

Longing Hearts Could Only Stand So Much Longing.

The Way To Get A Man Interested And To Hold His Interest Was To Talk About Himself, And Then Gradually Lead The Conversation Around Yourself—and Keep It There.