by phosphide » Tue Aug 15, 2017 11:21 pm
John travels across westeros in a matter of minutes and the white walkers apparently haven't moved an inch.
We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will yet swell the chorus when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
- Abraham Lincoln