It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago's will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh.

Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.

In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.

If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it’s a superficial experience isn’t it?

If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.