Why should I live? he thought as tears blurred his vision. Gods be good, why? My sons are dead, Dale and Allard, Maric and Matthos, perhaps Devan as well. How can a father outlive so many stroung young sons? How would I go on? I am a hollow shell, the crab's died, there's nothing left inside. Don't they know that?

Auteur: George R.R. Martin