The Only Time A Man

The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only Part Of Her That Was Truly Beautiful.

Old Stories Are Like Old Friends, She Used To Say. You Have To Visit Them From Time To Time.

A Dead Enemy Is A Joy Forever

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli.

Does He Think To Scare Me? Arya Kissed Him Where His Nose Should Be And Plucked The Grave Worm From His Eye To Eat It, But It Melted Like A Shadow In Her Hand. The Yellow Skull Was Melting Too, And The Kindliest Old Man That She Had Ever Seen Was Smiling Down On Her. "no One Has Ever Tried To Eat My Worm Before," He Said. "are You Hungry, Child?" Yes, She Thought, But Not For Food.