In this world, only winter is certain
His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.
We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.
Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.
You make us look bad', complained Toad. 'You looked bad before I ever met you', Jon told him.