The only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid.

It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

I know nothing and perhaps I never will.

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.

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

Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.