Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.
—George R.R.
She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.
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