The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
Nothing's worth anything to dead men
I know Death. He's got many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.
