Those Are Brave Men," He Told Ser

Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover Foul Ones.

A Thousand Deaths Would Still Be Less Than He Deserves.

He Pushed Away From Her And Raised His Arm, Forcing His Stump Into Her Face. "a Hand Without A Hand? A Bad Jape, Sister. Don't Ask Me To Rule.

The Air Smelled Of Paper And Dust And Years.

Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.