George R. R. Martin: A Feast for Crows


All men lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often they almost come to believe it... Though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.

Words are like arrows. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.

Chapter 3


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