Summer Is The Time For Squabbles. In

I Like Grey Characters; Fantasy For Too Long Has Been Focused On Very Stereotypical Heroes And Villains.

What's Dead May Never Die.

Oh, My Sweet Summer Child," Old Nan Said Quietly, "what Do You Know Of Fear? Fear Is For The Winter, My Little Lord, When The Snows Fall A Hundred Feet Deep And The Ice Wind Comes Howling Out Of The North. Fear Is For The Long Night, When The Sun Hides Its Face For Years At A Time, And Little Children Are Born And Live And Die All In Darkness While The Direwolves Grow Gaunt And Hungry, And The White Walkers Move Through The Woods

Power Is A Trick. It Lies Where We Believe It Lies.

Shattered Legs May Heal In Time, But Some Betrayals Fester And Poison The Soul.