We're All Just Songs In The End.

When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies But The Pack Survives.

I Have Always Regarded Historical Fiction And Fantasy As Sisters Under The Skin, Two Genres Separated At Birth.

They Were Never My Pack, Not Even Hot Pie And Gendry. I Was Stupid To Think So, Just A Stupid Little Girl, And No Wolf At All.

Jon Shrugged. 'girls Get The Arms But Not The Swords. Bastards Get The Swords But Not The Arms. I Did Not Make The Rules, Little Sister.

A Thousand Deaths Would Still Be Less Than He Deserves.