I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.

Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you

The girl had hoped for fog, but the gods ignored her prayers as gods so often did.

We look up at the same stars and see such different things." - Jon Snow

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.