i never asked to play. the game was too dangerous. one slip and i am dead.
a game of thrones by george r. r. martin, page 761“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,” she said sadly. “When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.”
Never, the darkness cried, never never never.