For the night is dark and full of terrors.

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

Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.

Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

Power resides where men believe it to reside.