Nothing. My Father Is Very Good At

As We Sin, So Do We Suffer

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

The World Is Full Of Cravens Who Pretended To Be Heroes.

Don't Write Outlines; I Hate Outlines.

True Knights Protect The Weak.” He Snorted. “there Are No True Knights, No More Than There Are Gods. If You Can’t Protect Yourself, Die And Get Out Of The Way Of Those Who Can. Sharp Steel And Strong Arms Rule This World, Don’t Ever Believe Any Different.” Sansa Backed Away From Him. “you’re Awful.” “i’m Honest. It’s The World That’s Awful.