" ...Prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is... and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams... Prophecy will bite your prick off everytime, "

― George R.R. Martin , A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, #4)