That's one way we differ, Jaime and I. He's taller as well, you may have noticed.
Bran knew that men slept on top of women when they shared a bed. Sleeping under Lord Manderly would be like sleeping under a fallen horse, he imagined.
Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.
Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your...