If ice can burn, then love and hate can mate.
Those are brave men... lets go kill them
And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
A man could not always be where he belonged, though.
Irri and Jhiqui argued about Rakharo. “You are too skinny for him,” Jhiqui was saying. “You are almost a boy. Rakharo does not bed with boys. This is known.” Irri bristled back. “It is known that you are almost a cow. Rakharo does not bed with cows.
There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go.