There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.

I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.

The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

I will take what is mine with fire and blood.

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.