Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that.

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.

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

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

I've always preferred writing about grey characters and human characters. Whether they are giants or elves or dwarves, or whatever they are, they're still human, and the human heart is still in conflict with the self.

Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.