There Is An Empty Place Within Me

If A Man Paints A Target On His Chest, He Should Expect That Sooner Or Later Someone Will Loose An Arrow On Him.

She Was No Stranger To Waiting, After All. Her Man Had Always Made Her Wait.

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

Jon Snow Had Dreamed Of Leading Men To Glory Just As King Daeron Had, Of Growing Up To Be A Conqueror. Now He Was A Man Grown And The Wall Was His, Yet All He Had Were Doubts. He Could Not Even Seem To Conquer Those.

Once A Man Has Seen A Dragon In Flight, Let Him Stay Home And Tend His Garden In Content, Someone Had Written Once, For This Wide World Has No Greater Wonder." Tyrion Scratched At His Scar And Tried To Recall The Author's Name.