george_rr_martin – blackandwhiteandcolours

I will not sit here meekly and wait for the snows and the ice winds

Little by little, the sounds dwindled and died

I had forgotten how much a new beard itches

They tell us what they want us to know, and that’s little enough

He would never offer me any harm

A room, a meal, and a flagon of wine, that was all I asked

Laughter is poison to fear

A man who won’t listen can’t hear

It was a long walk to the far end of the hall

Stolen heroes and the gods of dead peoples brooded in the darkness beyond the road

It’s better if no one knows of our plans

Women understand little of these things

Never show them you’re afraid

The wind can be a little scary here

Where are the people who live here?

Some secrets are safer kept hidden

I trust you no more than I did before

I command whisperers, not warriors

In truth, I was made to sing for kings and high lords

I’ve never had a friend before