The Years Leech At A Man's Memories,

When You Smell Our Candles Burning, What Does It Make You Think Of, My Child?" Winterfell, She Might Have Said. I Smell Snow And Smoke And Pine Needles. I Smell The Stables. I Smell Hodor Laughing, And Jon And Robb Battling In The Yard, And Sansa Singing About Some Stupid Lady Fair. I Smell The Crypts Where The Stone Kings Sit. I Smell Hot Bread Baking. I Smell The Godswood. I Smell My Wolf. I Smell Her Fur, Almost As If She Were Still Beside Me. "i Don't Smell Anything," She Said.

Arya Lifted Her Gaze From The Dead Man And His Dead Dog. Jaqen H'ghar Was Leaning Up Against The Side Of The Wailing Tower. When He Saw Her Looking, He Lifted A Hand To His Face And Laid Two Fingers Casually Against His Cheek.

Remember, Whatever The Price...i'll Beat It! I Like Living! Tyrion Lannister

Nobody Is A Villain In Their Own Story. We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories.

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