On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.

First rule, stick them with the pointy end!

It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago's will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real, for a moment at least, that long magic moment before we wake.

Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.

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