The Gods Give With One

The Unseen Enemy Is Always The Most Fearsome.

People Are Going To Die Who Don't Die In The Books, So Even The Book Readers Will Be Unhappy. So Everybody Better Be On Their Toes. David And D.b. (david Benioff And D.b. Weiss Co-creators Of 'game Of Thrones') Are Even Bloodier Than I Am.

Schemes Are Like Fruit, They Require A Certain Ripening.

But The Real Enemy Is The Cold. It Steals Up On You Quieter Than Will, And At First You Shiver And Your Teeth Chatter And You Stamp Your Feet And Dream Of Mulled Wine And Nice Hot Fires. It Burns, It Does. Nothing Burns Like The Cold. But Only For A While. Then It Gets Inside You And Starts To Fill You Up, And After A While You Don't Have The Strength To Fight It. It's Easier Just To Sit Down Ot Go To Sleep. They Say You Don't Feel Any Pain Toward The End. First You Go Weak And Drowsy, And Everything Starts To Fade, And Then It's Like Sinking Into A Sea Of Warm Milk. Peaceful, Like.

The Gods Don’t Care About Men, No More Than Kings Care About Peasants.