They Were Never My Pack, Not Even

What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

If Somebody Dies And You Just Go Get More Popcorn, It’s A Superficial Experience Isn’t It?

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.

Now I Understand Why King Stannis Let The Wildlings Through The Wall. He Means For Us To Eat Them.

Remember, Whatever The Price...i'll Beat It! I Like Living! Tyrion Lannister