My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To

Don’t Call Me Lord Snow.” The Dwarf Lifted An Eyebrow. “would You Rather Be Called The Imp? Let Them See That Their Words Can Cut You And You’ll Never Be Free Of The Mockery. If They Want To Give You A Name Take It Make It Your Own. Then They Can’t Hurt You With It Anymore.

If? The Word Is When.

Mother Said," Mocked The King. "don't Be Childish." "we're Children," Myrcella Declared Haughtily. "we're Supposed To Be Childish." The Hound Laughed. "she Has You There.

The True Horrors Of Human History Derive Not From Orcs And Dark Lords, But From Ourselves.

All That Syrio Forel Had Taught Her Went Racing Through Her Head. Swift As A Deer. Quiet As Shadow. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Quick As A Snake. Calm As Still Water. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Strong As A Bear. Fierce As A Wolverine. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Then Man Who Fears Losing Has Already Lost. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords.