Love Is Poison. A Sweet Poison, Yes,

Let Me Tell You Something About Wolves, Child. When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies, But The Pack Survives. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths. So If You Must Hate, Arya, Hate Those Who Would Truly Do Us Harm.

I'm A Huge Fan Of Tolkien. I Read Those Books When I Was In Junior High School And High School, And They Had A Profound Effect On Me. I'd Read Other Fantasy Before, But None Of Them That I Loved Like Tolkien.

Wind And Words. We Are Only Human, And The Gods Have Fashioned Us For Love. That Is Our Great Glory, And Our Great Tragedy.

The More People You Love, The Weaker You Are.

Her Lord Father Had Taught Her Never To Steal, But It Was Growing Harder To Remember Why.