Clean Hands, Sansa. Whatever You Do, Make

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.

His Time Was Past, Her Handmaid Irri Declared. No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

The City?" Tyrion Was Lost. "what City Would That Be?" "king's Landing. I Am Sending You To Court." It Was The Last Thing Tyrion Lannister Would Ever Have Anticipated. He Reached For His Wine, Considered For A Moment As He Sipped. "and What Am I To Do There?" "rule," His Father Said Curtly.

A Man Who Won't Listen Can't Hear.

Do You Want To Die Old And Craven In Your Bed?- How Else? Though Not Till I'm Done Reading.