We've changed kins since then, some of us twice. No one cares, no one remembers.

“Quentyn Martell almost laughed aloud. The gods are mad.”

“Fire consumes, but cold preserves.”

“They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-earth.”

“What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knig…”