Can They Love Without A Word For

She Had Put Despair And Fear Aside, As If They Were Garments She Did Not Choose To Wear.

A Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Before He Dies.

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.

Even In Dreams, You Could Not Fall Forever.

‎[melisandre] "his Grace Is Growing Fond Of You." [jon] "i Can Tell. He Only Threatened To Behead Me Twice." Page 58