Now you know " the crow whispered as it sat on his shoulder. "Now you know why you must live." "Why " Bran said not understanding falling falling. "Because winter is coming.

He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

We will fight a battle, and then we will rest. Alive or dead, we'll rest." - Jon Snow

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