The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
George R. R. MartinShow me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
George R. R. MartinThe white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
George R. R. MartinShow me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
George R. R. Martin