Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

If H. P. Lovecraft and H. L. Mencken had ever collaborated, they might have come up with something like The Edge of Reason. This one will delight thinkers-and outrage true believers-of all stripes.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

The letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?” Stannis snorted. “Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.