A Long Summer Always Meant A Long

Men's Lives Have Meaning, Not Their Deaths.

Spikes, " He Sighed. "heads. Walls.

She Is Not Truly Beautiful But Something About Her Draws The Eye.

We Read Fantasy To Find The Colors Again, I Think. To Taste Strong Spices And Hear The Songs The Sirens Sang.

Everyone Who Isn't Us Is An Enemy." - Cersei