...if You Dance With Dragons,

That Was The Way Of This Cold World, Where Men Fished The Sea And Dug In The Ground And Died, Whilst Women Brought Forth Short-lived Children From Beds Of Blood And Pain.

I Need To Sleep, But Fear To Dream.

Some Men Want Whores On The Eve Of Battle, And Some Want Gods. Jon Wondered Who Felt Better Afterward.

Catelyn Had Never Liked This Godswood. She Had Been Born A Tully, At Riverrun Far To The South, On The Red Fork Of The Trident. The Godswood There Was A Garden, Bright And Airy, Where Tall Redwoods Spread Dappled Shadows Across Tinkling Streams, Birds Sang From Hidden Nests, And The Air Was Spicy With The Scent Of Flowers.

Swords Have Been My Life, Not Books. But Every Child Knows That The Targaryens Have Always Danced Too Close To Madness. Your Father Was Not The First. King Jaehaerys Once Told Me That Madness And Greatness Are Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Every Time A New Targaryen Is Born, He Said, The Gods Toss The Coin In The Air And The World Holds Its Breath To See How It Will Land.