"weese," She Would Whisper, First Of All.

Those Are Brave Men... Lets Go Kill Them

The Best Fantasy Is Written In The Language Of Dreams. It Is Alive As Dreams Are Alive, More Real Than Real, For A Moment At Least, That Long Magic Moment Before We Wake.

The North Remembers, Lord Davos. The North Remembers, And The Mummer’s Farce Is Almost Done. My Son Is Home.

The Man Who Passes The Sentence Should Swing The Sword. If You Would Take A Man's Life, You Owe It To Him To Look Into His Eyes And Hear His Final Words. And If You Cannot Bear To Do That, Then Perhaps The Man Does Not Deserve To Die.

The Lord Of Light In His Wisdom Made Us Male And Female, Two Parts Of A Greater Whole. In Our Joining There Is Power. Power To Make Life. Power To Make Light. Power To Cast Shadows.