She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.

When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.

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

Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman."I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?" A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

An admiral without ships, a hand without fingers, in service of a king without a throne. Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child's riddle?

What's dead may never die.