I Don't Ever Want T' Leave This

When You Smell Our Candles Burning, What Does It Make You Think Of, My Child?" Winterfell, She Might Have Said. I Smell Snow And Smoke And Pine Needles. I Smell The Stables. I Smell Hodor Laughing, And Jon And Robb Battling In The Yard, And Sansa Singing About Some Stupid Lady Fair. I Smell The Crypts Where The Stone Kings Sit. I Smell Hot Bread Baking. I Smell The Godswood. I Smell My Wolf. I Smell Her Fur, Almost As If She Were Still Beside Me. "i Don't Smell Anything," She Said.

Jay Wondered How They'd Feel The Morning They All Woke Up And Realized That Somehow Camelot Had Turned Into Mordor.

With A Book I Am The Writer And I Am Also The Director And I'm All Of The Actors And I'm The Special Effects Guy And The Lighting Technician: I'm All Of That. So If It's Good Or Bad, It's All Up To Me.

Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious Ones, And I'll Sleep More Easily By Night.

In A Heartbeat, A Thousand Voices Took Up The Chant. King Joffrey And King Robb And King Stannis Were Forgotten, And King Bread Ruled Alone. "bread." They Clamored. "bread, Bread!