I wanted to write a big novel, something epic in scale.

...Ned always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade, though he never took any joy in the duty. But I would, oh, yes.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

I would choose freedom over comfort every time.

Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.

This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.