He sat tall in the saddle, he was young and lean. Sweat drenched shirt and angry eyes green, riding solo into a storm-dust horizon. The name of this man is lost to most.

I took a central silence for permission to carry on.

I'm so sad.

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Years later, after the Targaryen Restoration, Arya not caring for the role of a Stark Princess slipped out with Nymeria to dispense some of the Many Faced God's mercy where it was

Amundsen raised his arm for a halt, stepped off the sledge & sat down. He looked at each in turn as the party gathered around. "Let's give up." Hassel said, "but we're only 30 km

On a dark and rainy night, some of the elder folders rattled over the cobblestones in their wheely chairs in search of The Architect, to ask about signs of the last fold and how

Once upon a time there was a man.

"Serks, c'mere! You've gotta check out this view!" Meenah's face lit up with childlike wonder as she entered the hotel room. Aranea trailed a few steps behind, carrying their bags.