The Unseen Enemy Is Always The Most

There Is No Creature On Earth Half So Terrifying As A Truly Just Man.

This World Is Twisted Beyond Hope, When Lowborn Smugglers Must Vouch For The Honor Of Kings.

You Would Consider Me An Atheist Or Agnostic. I Find Religion And Spirituality Fascinating. I Would Like To Believe This Isn’t The End And There’s Something More, But I Can’t Convince The Rational Part Of Me That That Makes Any Sense Whatsoever.

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

Oh, My Sweet Summer Child," Old Nan Said Quietly, "what Do You Know Of Fear? Fear Is For The Winter, My Little Lord, When The Snows Fall A Hundred Feet Deep And The Ice Wind Comes Howling Out Of The North. Fear Is For The Long Night, When The Sun Hides Its Face For Years At A Time, And Little Children Are Born And Live And Die All In Darkness While The Direwolves Grow Gaunt And Hungry, And The White Walkers Move Through The Woods