There Are No Heroes...in Life, The Monsters

Go Ahead, Call Me All The Names You Want," Sansa Said Airily. "you Won't Dare When I'm Married To Joffrey. You'll Have To Bow And Call Me Your Grace." She Shrieked As Arya Flung The Orange Across The Table. It Caught Her In The Middle Of The Forehead With A Wet Squish And Plopped Down Into Her Lap. "you Have Juice On Your Face, Your Grace ," Arya Said.

Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.

I Bet This Is A Brothel," She Whispered To Gendry. "you Don't Even Know What A Brothel Is." "i Do So," She Insisted. "it's Like An Inn, With Girls.

If A Man Paints A Target On His Chest, He Should Expect That Sooner Or Later Someone Will Loose An Arrow On Him.

His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.