Love Is The Bane Of Honor, The

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.

That Man Said He’d Take Your Head Too.” “well, As To That,” Yoren Said, “if He Can Get It Off My Shoulders, He’s Welcome To It.

It’s Being Ready To Accept Rejection. You Can Work On A Book For Two Years And Get It Published, And It’s Like You May As Well Have Thrown It Down A Well. It’s Not All Champagne And Doing Interviews With The New York Times.

One Voyage To The East And A Man Could Live As Rich As A Lord Until The End Of His Days. When He'd Been Younger, Davos Had Dreamed Of Making Such Voyages Himself. But The Years Went Dancing By Like Moths Around A Flame, And Somehow The Time Had Never Been Quite Right.

In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.