Death is coming for everyone and everything. A darkness that will swallow the dawn
When I was your age, I lived on one bowl of stew a day. And stew is a kind word for it.
If the lamb sees the knife, she panics. Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor
There is power in a King's blood
I see a darkness in you, and in that darkness, eyes starring back at me. Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes. Eyes you'll shut forever
I will never abandon you. You are the son of Fire
Death by fire is the purest death