She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eterna...
It is night in your Seven Kingdoms now,' the red woman went on, 'but soon the sun will rise again. The war continues, Davos Seaworth, and some will soon learn that even an ember in the ashes can still...
The ruby at Melisandre's throat gleamed red. It is not those foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your ba...
Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.