Not All Men Were Meant To Dance

Wizards Die The Same As Other Men, Once You Cut Their Heads Off.

You Can't Hammer Tin Into Iron, No Matter How Hard You Beat It, But That Doesn't Mean It's Useless.

I Just Need To Rest, That’s All, To Rest And Sleep Some, And Maybe Die A Little.

She Was Daenerys Stormborn, The Unburnt, Khaleesi And Queen, Mother Of Dragons, Slayer Of Warlocks, Breaker Of Chains, And There Was No One In The World That She Could Trust.

Drifting Snowflakes Brushed Her Face As Light As Lover’s Kisses, And Melted On Her Cheeks. At The Center Of The Garden, Beside The Statue Of The Weeping Woman That Lay Broken And Half-buried On The Ground, She Turned Her Face Up To The Sky And Closed Her Eyes. She Could Feel The Snow On Her Lashes, Taste It On Her Lips. It Was The Taste Of Winterfell. The Taste Of Innocence. The Taste Of Dreams.