Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
girl men names
The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.
sweet smell littles
He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.
honor davos knows
What would a Frey know of honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth
people world helping
The wide world is full of people wanting help, Jon. Would that some could find the courage to help themselves. - Lord Commander Mormont
summer winter knights
For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
song drinking book
Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.
lying dark path
Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
crowns easy should
A crown should not sit easy on the head.
song kings battle
The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle, but your life is worth more than a song.
comfort
I would choose freedom over comfort every time.
wonder ifs
Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.
men tears legs
You little fool. Tears are not a woman's only weapon. You've got another one between your legs, and you'd best learn to use it. You'll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords.
children hate fall
Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm.
song hero winning
But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. 'Life is not a song, sweetling,' he'd told her, 'You may learn that one day to your sorrow.' In life, the monsters win, she told herself.