He's waiting for yu, young queen.' Shocked, I stared at Seoras. 'Heath?' The Warrior's look was wise and understanding - his voice gentle. 'Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is of your Guardian I speak.

Your as slow as a fat kid on crutches

I like to think of birthdays as celebrating life." "Only losers acknowledge they survived a year and hope they cheat death again.

Can't we kidnap Old Jethro, force him to help us, then vanquish him and the healer?" Bran choked on his drink.

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all there was in the hallway was him and the sweet, beautiful smell of his blood.

Battle scars from the war of good versus evil have a unique beauty all their own.

Okay, well, let's do a little reenactment. I'm the gay-looking DiCaprio and you're Rose. You have to keep your eyes open and on my face, or you'll have to let me go and I'll turn into a huge gay Popsicle.