My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To

The Girl Had Hoped For Fog, But The Gods Ignored Her Prayers As Gods So Often Did.

She Might Have Wept Then, Had Not The Sky Begun To Do It For Her.

A Bear! A Bear! All Black And Brown And Covered In Hair!

If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us When We Leave A Room, Surely Something Of Our Souls Must Remain When We Leave This Life?" - Qyburn

It Is Being Common-born That Is Dangerous, When The Great Lords Play Their Game Of Thrones.