Any Act Can Be A Prayer, If

There Has Never Been A Slave Who Did Not Choose To Be A Slave. Their Choice May Be Between Bondage And Death, But The Choice Is Always There.

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

What Do You Like To Do?” She Scuffed A Toe Amongst The Rushes. “needlework.” “very Restful, Isn’t It?” “well,” Said Arya, “not The Way I Do It.

A Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Before He Dies, Said Jojen. The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only One.

Something About The Howling Of A Wolf Took A Man Right Out Of His Here And Now And Left Him In A Dark Forest Of The Mind, Running Naked Before The Pack.