The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.

“Stop whimpering and snapping at me, I'm sick of it. Keep your mouth shut and do…”

“All the color had been leached from Winterfell until only grey and white remain…”

“The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.”

“You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and theree;s some Kevan is you, else …”