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.

The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle, but your life is worth more than a song.

You kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday.

Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.

I can see a scene in my head, and when I try to get it down in words on paper, the words are clunky; the scene is not coming across right. So frustrating. And there are days where it keeps flowing. Open the floodgates, and there it is. Pages and pages coming. Where the hell does this all come from? I don't know.

And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.

Sins may be forgiven. Crimes require punishment.