It wasn’t Harren, Arya wanted to say, it was me. She had killed Chiswyck with a whisper, and would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.
It wasn’t Harren, Arya wanted to say, it was me. She had killed Chiswyck with a whisper, and would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.