Spikes, " He Sighed. "heads. Walls.

Has My Tale Turned You Speechless? Come, Curse Me Or Kiss Me Or Call Me A Liar. Something.

The Women Are The Strong Ones, Truly.

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.

For The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors.

I Have Touched More Men That I Can Count. Some With My Lips, More With My Axe.