All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.

Everything's better with some wine in the belly.

But Tolkien doesn't ask the question: What was Aragorn's tax policy?

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.