Al final, todo son palabras, y las palabras se las lleva el viento.

“The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. Yo…”

“The oft repeated jape about his father was just another lie, Lord Tywin Lannist…”

“She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sou…”

“They had ridden past the end of the world; somehow that changed everything.”