None of us is ever ready,' he (Ned) said. 'For knighthood?' 'For death.
If ice can burn, then love and hate can mate.
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.
It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.
You can't just pick people for their hair color or the shape of their face. You have to go with the best actors.