Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

But A Voice Inside Her Whispered, There Are No Heroes, And She Remembered What Lord Petyr Had Said To Her, Here In This Very Hall. 'life Is Not A Song, Sweetling,' He'd Told Her, 'you May Learn That One Day To Your Sorrow.' In Life, The Monsters Win, She Told Herself.

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.

Tyrion: My Gentle Sister Seems To Have Mistaken Me For Ned Stark. Bronn: I Hear He Was Taller. Tyrion: Not After Joff Took Off His Head.

But Tolkien Doesn't Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn's Tax Policy?

Even The Sky Was Grey. Grey And Grey And Greyer. The Whole World Grey, Everywhere You Look, Everything Grey Except The Eyes Of The Bride. The Eyes Of The Bride Were Brown. Big And Brown And Full Of Fear.