She had killed him with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.

“Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it,’ the dwarf had told him s…”

“Littlefinger: A trade envoy from Lys once observed to me that Lord Stannis must…”

“A grey man,” she said. “Neither white nor black, but partaking of both. Is that…”

“In the end words are just wind.”