Every Once In A Very Long While,

This World Is Twisted Beyond Hope, When Lowborn Smugglers Must Vouch For The Honor Of Kings.

Does He Think To Scare Me? Arya Kissed Him Where His Nose Should Be And Plucked The Grave Worm From His Eye To Eat It, But It Melted Like A Shadow In Her Hand. The Yellow Skull Was Melting Too, And The Kindliest Old Man That She Had Ever Seen Was Smiling Down On Her. "no One Has Ever Tried To Eat My Worm Before," He Said. "are You Hungry, Child?" Yes, She Thought, But Not For Food.

For Men, The Answer Was Always The Same And Never Farther Away Than The Nearest Sword. For A Woman, A Mother, The Way Was Stonier And Harder To Know.

When You Play A Game Of Thrones You Win Or You Die.

I'm Fond Of All My Characters So Every Time One Doesn't Make The Cut I'm A Little Disappointed Although I Understand It.