A Sweet Face Oft Hides A Sinner's

The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only Part Of Her That Was Truly Beautiful.

A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be Trusted, I Always Say.

Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

When I Sleep I Turn Into A Wolf. Bran Turned His Face Away And Looked Back Out Into The Night. Do Wolves Dreams?

Sorcery Is The Sauce Fools Spoon Over Failure To Hide The Flavor Of Their Own Incompetence.