They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a manโs laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,โ Ned said evenly. โPerhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.
George R. R. MartinMy featherbed is deep and soft, and there Iโll lay you down, Iโll dress you all in yellow silk and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. Iโll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. Iโll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.
George R. R. MartinThe snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.
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