Dark Wings, Dark Words.

If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us When We Leave A Room, Surely Something Of Our Souls Must Remain When We Leave This Life?" - Qyburn

Now I Understand Why King Stannis Let The Wildlings Through The Wall. He Means For Us To Eat Them.

When Maester Aemon Heard Him Sing, He Said His Voice Was Honey Poured Over Thunder.

Power Resides Where Men Believe It To Reside.

His Dagger Was Out, Poised At Her Throat. “sing, Little Bird. Sing For Your Little Life.