by Ernest Kearney - Epics tend to be about champions, giant defeaters, kingdom conquerors, warriors of a thousand battles. But seldom do you find, as the central figure, some poor sod who gets drunk one night and falls asleep

Arya now: "She could feel the hole inside her every morning when she woke. It wasn't hunger, though sometimes, there was that too. It was a hollow place. An emptiness where her heart had been. Where her brothers had lived