His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.

I have idea files of books that I want to write one of these days, stories I want to write one of these days, but I'll probably never get to them.

That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.

The apples stewed with prunes are excellent, except for the prunes, I won't eat prunes myself. Well, there was one time when Hobb chopped them up with chesnuts and carrots and hid them in a hen. Never trust a cook, my lord. They'll prune you when you least expect it.

I will take what is mine with fire and blood.

Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back. - Areo Hotah

The eunuch had looked death in the face, so near he might have kissed her on the lips.