What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves...

“Mother said," mocked the king. "Don't be childish.""We're children," Myrcella d…”

“Might have punctured a lung, if he had a lung. Most trees don't, as a rule.”

“Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.”

“A long summer always meant a long winter to come.”