Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

“They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves…”

“My featherbed is deep and soft,and there I’ll lay you down,I’ll dress you all i…”

“Puedes describir con todo detalle como un hacha penetra en el cráneo de una per…”

“Remember who you are, Daenerys, ... The dragons know. Do you? - Quaithe”