His dagger was out, poised at her throat. Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like...She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away. The silenc...
Stop whimpering and snapping at me, I'm sick of it. Keep your mouth shut and do as I tell you, and maybe we'll even be in time for your uncle's bloody wedding.