Nada es tan melancólico como la muerte de la belleza.

“Everyone talks about snows forty foot deep, and how the ice wind comes howling …”

“His wits were coming back to him, however slowly. That was good. His wits were …”

“In the world as I have seen it, no man grows rich by kindness.”

“The city?" Tyrion was lost. "What city would that be?""King's Landing. I am sen…”