"All things need endings. Stories need endings." She rattled the slate and the book together. Not hard, but just enough to prove to him that all the things they made up -- all the tales and arching descriptions of everything in this life and the lives hereafter -- needed shape. Structure. Beginnings, middles, and ends. Sansa was tired of living the middle of her tale. She wanted the final paragraph: where the characters retired into safety and happiness.