Some doors are best left closed.

“Bones, Catelyn thought. This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the fathe…”

“Spikes, " he sighed. "Heads. Walls.”

“It is as if I were a stranger here. Nothing has changed, and yet everything has…”

“‎Thee'th not to be touched, the goat screamed, spraying spittle all over Zollo.…”