When You Find Yourself In Bed With

A Cold Wind Was Blowing From The North, And It Made The Trees Rustle Like Living Things.

There Are Too Many Steps In This Castle, And It Seems To Me They Add A Few Every Night, Just To Vex Me" - Maester Cressen

Drowning Was Bad Enough. But Drowning Sad And Sober, That's Too Cruel.

The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only One.

We're All Just Songs In The End. If We Are Lucky.