There Is A Savage Beast In Every

I Am Not Questioning Your Honor, I Am Denying Its Existence.

If Ice Can Burn, Then Love And Hate Can Mate.

I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

The Stone Is Strong. Bran Told Himself, The Roots Of The Trees Go Deep, And Under The Ground The Kings Of Winter Sit Their Thrones. So Long As Those Remained, Winterfell Remained. It Was Not Dead, Just Broken. Like Me, He Thought. I'm Not Dead Either.

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.