Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave. Their choice may be between bondage and death, but the choice is always there.

That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.

A crown should not sit easy on the head.