Bones were bones; these days, nothing was easier to come by.

“Los niños creen que nada les puede hacer daño – le susurraron al oído sus temor…”

“They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose so…”

“Bones, Catelyn thought. This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the fathe…”

“Las palabras son como flechas, Arianne. Una vez lanzadas no hay manera de hacer…”