The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.

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

There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave. Their choice may be between bondage and death, but the choice is always there.

He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. And so it was this time.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

I like grey characters; fantasy for too long has been focused on very stereotypical heroes and villains.

Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.