The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)
It was supposed to be a relatively straightforward diplomatic trip, but of course these things never were with demons.
do they keep me afloat//or just wrap around my throat like a noose on a rope?//probably both
Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.
Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.
Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.
Close is worse than nothing.