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Drifting Snowflakes Brushed Her Face As Light As Lover’s Kisses, And Melted On Her Cheeks. At The Center Of The Garden, Beside The Statue Of The Weeping Woman That Lay Broken And Half-buried On The Ground, She Turned Her Face Up To The Sky And Closed Her Eyes. She Could Feel The Snow On Her Lashes, Taste It On Her Lips. It Was The Taste Of Winterfell. The Taste Of Innocence. The Taste Of Dreams.

Pyp Had Stabbed A Turnip With His Knife. "the Night Is Dark And Full Of Turnips," He Announced In A Solemn Voice. "let Us All Pray For Venison, My Children, With Some Onions And A Bit Of Tasty Gravy.

"come At Once," She Had Written To Him. "help Me. Save Me. I Need You Now As I Have Never Needed You Before. I Love You. I Love You. I Love You. Come At Once"

Words Are Like Arrows, Arianne. Once Loosed, You Cannot Call Them Back. - Areo Hotah

He Raised His Eyes. "sister. See. This Time I Knew You." Asha's Heart Skipped A Beat. "theon?" His Lips Skinned Back In What Might Have Been A Grin. Half His Teeth Were Gone, And Half Those Still Left Him Were Broken And Splintered. "theon," He Repeated. "my Name Is Theon. You Have To Know Your Name.