That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.

The Lord of Light in his wisdom made us male and female, two parts of a greater whole. In our joining there is power. Power to make life. Power to make light. Power to cast shadows.

Trust is earned. Like gold.

Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

The worst isn't done. The worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings. (Samuel Tarly)