I Thought My Song Was Beginning That

Noseless And Handless, The Lannister Boys.

Kill Me, And Be Cursed. You Are No King Of Mine.

The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

You May Be As Different As The Sun And The Moon, But The Same Blood Flows Through Both Your Hearts. You Need Her, As She Needs You.

A Cold Wind Was Blowing From The North, And It Made The Trees Rustle Like Living Things.