I work for two years on a book and it comes out and two days later I've got my first e-mail: When is the next one coming out?

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

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.

What the King dreams, the Hand builds.

Do the dead frighten you?

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

This world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings.