A Bruise Is A Lesson... And Each

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

The Sun Will Soon Be Setting, And Corpses Make Poor Company By Night. These Were Dark And Dangerous Men, Alive. I Doubt That Death Will Have Improved Them.

For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors.

Names Are Hard. I Have A Library Of What To Name Your Baby Books, And I’m Always Picking Up New Books, And Books Of Baby Names From Other Countries. I Like Cool-sounding Names.

Those Are Brave Men," He Told Ser Balon In Admiration. "let's Go Kill Them.