When they finally broke apart, Ygritte was flushed. "You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.

“Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when sh…”

“He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.”

“A nyár hamar véget ér, ahogyan a gyermekkor is.”

“We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.”