Spikes, " He Sighed. "heads. Walls.

The North Remembers, Lord Davos. The North Remembers, And The Mummer’s Farce Is Almost Done. My Son Is Home.

The Morning Air Was Dark With The Smoke Of Burning Gods.

What Would A Frey Know Of Honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth

I Am Only A Little Lion, Child, And I Vow, I Shall Not Savage You.

History Is A Wheel, For The Nature Of Man Is Fundamentally Unchanging. What Has Happened Before Will Perforce Happen Again.