...Ned always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade, though he never took any joy in the duty. But I would, oh, yes.

It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.

What do we say to the Lord of Death?" "Not today.

But my philosophy is that plot advancement is not what the experience of reading fiction is about. If all we care about is advancing the plot, why read novels? We can just read Cliffs Notes.

His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted.

He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. And so it was this time.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?