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Summer Is The Time For Squabbles. In Winter, We Must Protect One Another, Keep Each Other Warm, Share Our Strengths.

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)

His Sister Liked To Think Of Herself As Lord Tywin With Teats, But She Was Wrong. Their Father Had Been As Relentless And Implacable As A Glacier, Where Cercei Was All Wildfire, Especially When Thwarted.

In King’s Landing, There Are Two Sorts Of People. The Players And The Pieces… Every Man’s A Piece To Start With, And Every Maid As Well. Even Some Who Think They Are Players." Petyr Baelish

No One Will Be Alive By The Last Book. In Fact, They All Die In The Fifth. The Sixth Book Will Be Just A Thousand-page Description Of Snow Blowing Across The Graves.