His mouth would have given despair to even the drollest of fools; it was a mouth made for frowns and scowls and sharply worded commands, all thin pale lips and clenched muscles, a mouth that had forgo...
Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.
I am not without mercy, thundered he who was notoriously without mercy.
Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One reached Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared.