Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and itโs always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.
The only game. The game of thrones.
First rule, stick them with the pointy end!
If? The word is when.
All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes
He is a man of the Night's Watch, She thought, as he sang about some stupid lady throwing herself off some stupid tower because her stupid prince was dead. The lady should go kill the ones who killed her prince. Arya Stark (page 514)