I Heard Of A Man Who Had

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

How I Have Yearned For The Sound Of Your Sweet Voice,” Tyrion Sighed To Her. “how I Have Yearned To Have That Eunuch’s Tongue Pulled Out With Hot Pincers,” Cersei Replied.

Every Flight Begins With A Fall.

Once, I Cut Off A Man's Head, But He Did Not Know It Until He Tried To Brush His Hair. Then It Fell Off.

My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To Ivory, To Steel.