He raised his eyes. "Sister. See. This time I knew you." Asha's heart skipped a beat. "Theon?" His lips skinned back in what might have been a grin. Half his teeth were gone, and half those still left him were broken and splintered. "Theon," he repeated. "My name is Theon. You have to know your name.

We will fight a battle, and then we will rest. Alive or dead, we'll rest." - Jon Snow

Truly, sister, you were born to be a widow. (Tyrion to Cersei)

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

I stayed sober for this?

The odd thing about being a writer is you do tend to lose yourself in your books. Sometimes it seems like real life is flickering by and you're hardly a part of it. You remember the events in your books better than you remember the events that actually took place when you were writing them.

One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.