Some Old Wounds Never Truly

The Heart Lies And The Head Plays Tricks On Us, But The Eyes See True. Look With Your Eyes. Hear With Your Ears. Taste With Your Mouth. Smell With Your Nose. Feel With Your Skin. Then Comes The Thinking, Afterward, And In A Way Knowing The Truth.

Sleep Is A Little Death, Dreams The Whisperings Of The Other, Who Would Drag Us All Into His Eternal Night.

A Craven Can Be As Brave As Any Man, When There Is Nothing To Fear. And We All Do Our Duty, When There Is No Cost To It. How Easy It Seems Then, To Walk The Path Of Honor. Yet Soon Or Late In Every Man's Life Comes A Day When It Is Not Easy, A Day When He Must Choose. (maester Aemon)

"weese," She Would Whisper, First Of All. "dunsen, Chiswyck, Polliver, Raff The Sweetling. The Tickler And The Hound. Ser Gregor, Ser Armory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei."

Different Roads Sometimes Lead To The Same Castle.