Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.

All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.

My mother raised me to be bold. If I do not go, I will spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if I had." "If you do go, the rest of your life may be too short for wondering. - Asha & Rodrick

Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he's copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.

He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. And so it was this time.

A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!

That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.