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We Know Truth For The Cruel Instrument It Is. Beauty Is Infinitely Preferable To Truth.

The Snow Drifted Down And Down, All In Ghostly Silence, And Lay Thick And Unbroken On The Ground. It Was A Place Of Whites And Blacks And Greys. White Towers And White Snow And White Statues, Black Shadows And Black Trees, The Dark Grey Sky Above. A Pure World, Sansa Thought. I Do Not Belong Here. Yet She Stepped Out All The Same.

When The Sun Rises In The West And Sets In The East," She Said Sadly. "when The Seas Go Dry And Mountains Blow In The Wind Like Leaves. When My Womb Quickens Again, And I Bear A Living Child. Then You Will Return, My Sun-and-stars, And Not Before." -daenerys Targaryen

Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf Lifted An Eyebrow. “would You Rather Be Called The Imp? Let Them See That Their Words Can Cut You And You’ll Never Be Free Of The Mockery. If They Want To Give You A Name Take It Make It Your Own. Then They Can’t Hurt You With It Anymore.

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.