Kind? How Boring That Would Be. I

What Was It Catelyn Stark Had Called Them, That Night At Bitterbridge? The Knights Of Summer. And Now It Was Autumn And They Were Falling Like Leaves.

Words Are Wind, Brienne Told Herself. They Cannot Hurt You. Let Them Wash Over You.

It Was The Easiest Thing In The World For Arya To Step Up Behind Him And Stab Him. “is There Gold Hidden In The Village?” She Shouted As She Drove The Blade Up Through His Back. “is There Silver? Gems?” She Stabbed Twice More. “is There Food? Where Is Lord Beric?” She Was On Top Of Him By Then, Still Stabbing. “where Did He Go? How Many Men Were With Him? How Many Knights? How Many Bowmen? How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many? Is There Gold In The Village?

I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold.