And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought.

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

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.

One of the things I love, and I'm a voracious reader as well as a writer, is books that surprise me, that are not predictable.

You are the blood of the dragon. You can make a hat.