For the night is dark and full of terrors.

Tomorrow's trials concerned her more than yesterday's triumphs.

These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.

A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has eyes. You need only learn to read a face. Look at the eyes. The mouth. The muscles here, at the corners of the jaw, and here, where the neck joins the shoulders.

Free folk don't follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic," the King-Beyond-the-Wall had told him. "They won't dance for coins, they don't care how your style yourself or what that chain of office means or who your grandsire was. They follow strength. They follow the man.

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.

There is magic in my universe, but it's pretty low magic compared to other fantasies.