"The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death...” She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!”
-- Ghost of High Heart; A Storm of Swords
A Song of Ice and Fire, LotR, HP, lots of photos, films and random things I like
I'll be the needle to your Arya. No wait... the Gendry to you Arya NO WAIT the kindly man to your Arya NO WAITTTT I'll be my fic Arya to your fic Joana. All of the above.