His Chains Chinked Softly. I Seldom Fling

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

If The Novels Are Still Being Read In 50 Years, No One Is Ever Going To Say: 'what's Great About That Sixth Book Is That He Met His Deadline!' It Will Be About How The Whole Thing Stands Up.

What Is Dead May Never Die, But Rises Again, Stronger And Harder.

A Few Days Ago She Had Been Wandering Around With A Swatch Of Black Silk Tied Over Her Eyes. Syrio Was Teaching Her To See With Her Ears And Her Nose And Her Skin, She Told Him. Before That, He Had Her Doing Spinds And Back Flips. "arya, Are You Certain You Want To Persist In This?" She Nodded. "tomorrow We're Going To Catch Cats." "cats." Ned Sighed.

There Are No Heroes...in Life, The Monsters Win.