Men are mad and gods are madder, she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

Jon: Have you seen the wall? | Sam: I'm fat, not blind.

When a pirate grows rich enough, they make him a prince.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.

He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.