I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

Everything's better with some wine in the belly.

I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey. (Sansa) No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves. (Tyrion) Lions, she whispered without thinking.

It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.

Reading. That was the sport I was good at.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.