Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You

I Wonder What The High Septon Would Have To Say About The Sanctity Of Oaths Sworn While Dead Drunk, Chained To A Wall, With A Sword Pressed To Your Chest?

I Want To Weep, She Thought. I Want To Be Comforted. I'm So Tired Of Being Strong. I Want To Be Foolish And Frightened For Once. Just For A Small While, That's All....a Day.....an Hour.

For Men, The Answer Was Always The Same And Never Farther Away Than The Nearest Sword. For A Woman, A Mother, The Way Was Stonier And Harder To Know.

There Is Only One God And His Name Is Death. And There Is Only One Thing We Say To Death: “not Today.

When Treating With Liars, Even An Honest Man Must Lie.