a few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.

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

He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you

she would die as she had lived, with an axe in her hand and a laugh upon her lips.

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.