The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept.

“Where were the gods then? The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings car…”

“Algunas heridas no llegan a cerrarse jamás, y sangran de nuevo a la menor menci…”

“Ned looked down gravely at the sword in his hands. “This is no toy for children…”

“Boys believe nothing can harm them, his doubt whispered. Grown men know better.”