The Sea Is Never Weary. I Must

The Brightest Flame Casts The Darkest Shadow.

It Was The Easiest Thing In The World For Arya To Step Up Behind Him And Stab Him. “is There Gold Hidden In The Village?” She Shouted As She Drove The Blade Up Through His Back. “is There Silver? Gems?” She Stabbed Twice More. “is There Food? Where Is Lord Beric?” She Was On Top Of Him By Then, Still Stabbing. “where Did He Go? How Many Men Were With Him? How Many Knights? How Many Bowmen? How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many, How Many? Is There Gold In The Village?

The Man Who Never Reads Lives Only One.

In The World As I Have Seen It, No Man Grows Rich By Kindness.

There Are No Men Like Me. There's Only Me