racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts.

“Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees ha…”

“In my dreams, I kill him every night,' Robert admitted. 'A thousand deaths will…”

“Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had... I wish I had enough …”

“Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.”