The Sea Is Never Weary. I Must

Gods And Wonders Always Appear, To Attend The Birth Of Kings.

What Was It Catelyn Stark Had Called Them, That Night At Bitterbridge? The Knights Of Summer. And Now It Was Autumn And They Were Falling Like Leaves.

The Gods Made The Earth For All Men T' Share. Only When The Kings Come With Their Crowns And Steel Swords, They Claimed It Was All Theirs. "my Trees," They Said, "you Can't Eat Them Apples. My Stream, You Can't Fish Here. My Wood, You're Not T' Hunt. My Earth, My Water, My Castle, My Daughter, Keep Your Hands Away Or I'll Chop 'em Off, But Maybe If You Kneel T' Me I'll Let You Have A Sniff." You Call Us Thieves, But At Least A Thief Has T' Be Brave And Clever And Quick. A Kneeler Only Has T' Kneel.

Not All Books Are For All People. We Read For Different Reasons.

They'll Kill For That Knighthood, But Don't Ever Think They'll Die For It.