"you Look Different Now. Like A Proper

Sometimes I Think Everyone Is Just Pretending To Be Brave, And None Of Us Really Are. Maybe Pretending Is How You Get Brave, I Don't Know.

They Say Night's Beauties Fade At Dawn, And The Children Of Wine Are Oft Disowned In The Morning Light.

Ser Jaime?" Even In Soiled Pink Satin And Torn Lace, Brienne Looked More Like A Man In A Gown Than A Proper Woman."i Am Grateful, But...you Were Well Away. Why Come Back?" A Dozen Quips Came To Mind, Each Crueler Than The One Before, But Jaime Only Shrugged. "i Dreamed Of You," He Said.

Sam Loved To Listen To Music And Make His Own Songs, To Wear Soft Velvets, To Play In The Castle Kitchen Beside The Cooks, Drinking In The Rich Smells As He Snitched Lemon Cakes And Blueberry Tarts. His Passions Were Books And Kittens And Dancing, Clumsy As He Was.

When The End Comes, I Will Meet It Raging.