| 1 | Winds of the North, consume you! | |
| 2 | Two madams then air tiny Lin. | |
| 3 | "Winter's lady. " Jon squeezed her hand. | |
| 4 | So, yes, winter is still coming. Tolkien is dead. And long live George Martin. | |
| 5 | Very grateful to war songs, and shiver with cold wind fjord help many of his friends. |