I Need To Sleep, But Fear To

Swift As A Deer. Quiet As A Shadow. Fear Cuts Deeper Than Swords. Quick As A Snake. Calm As Still Water.

Madness And Greatness Are Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Every Time A New Targaryen Is Born, The Gods Toss The Coin In The Air And The World Holds Its Breath To See How It Will Land.

You Lie. Worse, You Lie Poorly.

Men Live Their Lives Trapped In An Eternal Present, Between The Mists Of Memory And The Sea Of Shadow That Is All We Know Of The Days To Come.

Some Gave Me Soft Words And Some Blunt, Some Made Excuses, Some Promises, Some Only Lied. In The End Words Are Just Wind.