It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.

...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

a few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.

She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear.

I would also suggest that any aspiring writer begin with short stories. These days, I meet far too many young writers who try to start off with a novel right off, or a trilogy, or even a nine-book series. That's like starting in at rock climbing by tackling Mt. Everest. Short stories help you learn your craft.

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.

I have a huge emotional attachment to characters I've created, especially the viewpoint characters.