What's Dead May Never Die.

You Do Not Steal From The Dragon, Oh, No. The Dragon Remembers.

Men Are Mad And Gods Are Madder, She Told The Grass, And The Grass Murmured Its Agreement.

The Brightest Flame Casts The Darkest Shadow.

The Apples Stewed With Prunes Are Excellent, Except For The Prunes, I Won't Eat Prunes Myself. Well, There Was One Time When Hobb Chopped Them Up With Chesnuts And Carrots And Hid Them In A Hen. Never Trust A Cook, My Lord. They'll Prune You When You Least Expect It.

She Went To The Window Seat And Sat There, Sniffling, Hating Them All, And Herself Most Of All. It Was All Her Fault, Everything Bad That Had Happened.