Nobody likes cravens,” he said uncomfortably. “I wish we hadn’t helped him. What if they think we’re craven too?” "You're too stupid to be craven,” Pyp told him. “I am not,” Grenn said. “Yes you are. If a bear attacked you in the woods, you’d be too stupid to run away.” “I would not,” Grenn insisted. “I’d run away faster than you.” He stopped suddenly, scowling when he saw Pyp’s grin and realized what he’d just said.

Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.

I've always preferred writing about grey characters and human characters. Whether they are giants or elves or dwarves, or whatever they are, they're still human, and the human heart is still in conflict with the self.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

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

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.