Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

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

Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.

...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." "...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.

The way my books are structured, everyone was together, then they all went their separate ways and the story deltas out like that, and now it’s getting to the point where the story is beginning to delta back in, and the viewpoint characters are occasionally meeting up with each other now and being in the same point at the same time, which gives me a lot more flexibility for killing people.

Kind? How boring that would be. I aspire to be wicked.