He closed his third eye and opened the other two, the old two, the blind two.

“Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?'Tyrion: 'Too hot…”

“Then the trees closed in around her, black as pitch and full of ghosts and memo…”

“Las cosas que amamos siempre acaban por destruirnos.”

“They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood ther…”