Lady," She Whimpered Softly, Wondering If She

His Dagger Was Out, Poised At Her Throat. “sing, Little Bird. Sing For Your Little Life.

There Are No Happy Endings.

Nobody Likes Cravens,” He Said Uncomfortably. “i Wish We Hadn’t Helped Him. What If They Think We’re Craven Too?” "you're Too Stupid To Be Craven,” Pyp Told Him. “i Am Not,” Grenn Said. “yes You Are. If A Bear Attacked You In The Woods, You’d Be Too Stupid To Run Away.” “i Would Not,” Grenn Insisted. “i’d Run Away Faster Than You.” He Stopped Suddenly, Scowling When He Saw Pyp’s Grin And Realized What He’d Just Said.

...the Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword." "...a Ruler Who Hides Behind Paid Executioners Soon Forgets What Death Is.

I Have Touched More Men That I Can Count. Some With My Lips, More With My Axe.