...if You Dance With Dragons, You Must

The Great Thing About Reading Is That It Broadens Your Life

Arya Lifted Her Gaze From The Dead Man And His Dead Dog. Jaqen H'ghar Was Leaning Up Against The Side Of The Wailing Tower. When He Saw Her Looking, He Lifted A Hand To His Face And Laid Two Fingers Casually Against His Cheek.

Perhaps I Will Die Too, She Told Herself, And The Thought Did Not Seem So Terrible To Her. If She Flung Herself From The Window, She Could Put An End To Her Suffering, And In The Years To Come The Singers Would Write Songs Of Her Grief. Her Body Would Lie On The Stones Below, Broken And Innocent, Shaming All Those Who Had Betrayed Her. Sansa Went So Far As To Cross The Bedchamber And Throw Open The Shutters ... But Then Her Courage Left Her, And She Ran Back To Her Bed, Sobbing.

Gods Be Good, Why Would Any Man Ever Want To Be King? When Everyone Was Shouting King In The North, King In The North, I Told Myself ... Swore To Myself ... That I Would Be A Good King, As Honorable As Father, Strong, Just, Loyal To My Friends And Brave When I Faced My Enemies ... Now I Can't Even Tell One From The Other.

She Walked Fast, To Keep Ahead Of Her Fear.