It Was That White Cloak That Soiled

All Fiction Has To Have A Certain Amount Of Truth In It To Be Powerful.

It's Not," Mormont Told Him. "gods Save Us, Boy, You're Not Blind And You're Not Stupid. When Dead Men Come Hunting In The Night, Do You Think It Matters Who Sits The Iron Throne?

His Cloak Was His Crowning Glory; Sable, Thick And Black And Soft As Sin.

He Wants You To Smile And Smell Sweet And Be His Lady Love. He Wants To Hear You Recite All Your Pretty Little Words The Way The Septa Taught You. He Wants You To Love Him... And Fear Him.

Love Is The Bane Of Honor, The Death Of Duty.