Yeah, I Know You. I Made You

That's How Darkness Works. It Turns Love Into Something Bad.

Can't We Kidnap Old Jethro, Force Him To Help Us, Then Vanquish Him And The Healer?" Bran Choked On His Drink.

Man, I Would Have Peeled Off My Shirt Faster Than You Can Say Bubba Loves Trucks.

I Believe There Is Little You Cannot Do Once You Set Your Mind To It.

The Fomorians Skittered Backward, Away From Me, Looking Justifiably Confused. I Mean, Really, How Many Human Women Actually Run To Them? And I Was A Human Woman Covered In Swamp Yuck, With Wild Red Hair Sticking Out In Matted Hunks And Arms Flailing Like A Demented Bride Of Frankenstein. I'd Run From Me.