In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.

If? The word is when.

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.

I've written some standalone novels, but a book series allows fans in. There's much more intense involvement.

You wear your honor like a suit of armor... You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.

She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.