A Bear! A Bear! All Black And

That Man Said He’d Take Your Head Too.” “well, As To That,” Yoren Said, “if He Can Get It Off My Shoulders, He’s Welcome To It.

Most Have Been Forgotten. Most Deserve To Be Forgotten. The Heroes Will Always Be Remembered. The Best. The Best And The Worst. And A Few Who Were A Bit Of Both.

What Could He Have Done, One Man Against So Many?" He Could Have Tried, Brienne Thought.

But My Philosophy Is That Plot Advancement Is Not What The Experience Of Reading Fiction Is About. If All We Care About Is Advancing The Plot, Why Read Novels? We Can Just Read Cliffs Notes.

Oh, My Sweet Summer Child," Old Nan Said Quietly, "what Do You Know Of Fear? Fear Is For The Winter, My Little Lord, When The Snows Fall A Hundred Feet Deep And The Ice Wind Comes Howling Out Of The North. Fear Is For The Long Night, When The Sun Hides Its Face For Years At A Time, And Little Children Are Born And Live And Die All In Darkness While The Direwolves Grow Gaunt And Hungry, And The White Walkers Move Through The Woods