Al final, todo son palabras, y las palabras se las lleva el viento.

“It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.”

“Las cosas que amamos siempre acaban por destruirnos.”

“Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some …”

“There were four of them, Catelyn saw. An old man in the black of the Night’s Wa…”