"It is dragons." "Dragons?" said her mother. "Teora, don’t be mad." "I’m not. They’re coming." "How could you possibly know that?" her sister asked, with a note of scorn in her voice. "One of your little dreams?" Teora gave a tiny nod, chin trembling. "They were dancing. In my dream. And everywhere the dragons danced the people died.”
Marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
Behind the scenes of Catching Fire with Sam Claflin
I’m gonna be 80 and still not over this face.