“When we get home, I'll make you some soup or something." "God. Don't be nice." "All right." Jeff spoke softly into the darkness. "When we get home, I'll make some soup, and when you're not looking, I'll spit in it.” — Z.A. Maxfield Copy Share Image
“Not that I'm complaining. It was better than my old dream, where Harma Dogshead was feeding me to her pigs." "Harma's dead." Jon said. "But not the pigs. They look at me the way Slayer used to look at ham.… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
