Half of them loved her like a daughter, and other half wanted to spread her legs, but either sort would die for her.

“-¡No estoy volando, estoy cayendo!-Todo vuelo comienza con una caída.”

“Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others.”

“Sleep on your stone pillow, and let the gulls peck out your eyes while the crab…”

“They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. The…”