One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse.
George R. R. MartinWinter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and itโs always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.
George R. R. MartinThat night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.
George R. R. Martin