Love is madness, and lust is poison.
She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.
He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. "A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.
She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear.
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.