I’m not afraid to die.” It was only half a lie.

“El pueblo llano, cuando reza, pide lluvia, hijos sanos y un verano que no acabe…”

“Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar.…”

“Now here is a riddle,” Melisandre said. “A clever fool and a foolish wise man.”

“Barristan Semly was not a bookish man, but he had often glanced through the pag…”