It was bitingly cold up here, and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

“on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.”

“Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes…”

“Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor...Daenerys, swee…”

“Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mocke…”