It Was Bitingly Cold Up Here,and The

We Read Fantasy To Find The Colors Again, I Think. To Taste Strong Spices And Hear The Songs The Sirens Sang.

There Is Magic In My Universe, But It's Pretty Low Magic Compared To Other Fantasies.

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

Jon Lied ... Loudly, As If That Could Make It True.

The Wildlings Seemed To Think Ygritte A Great Beauty Because Of Her Hair; Red Hair Was Rare Among The Free Folk, And Those Who Had It Were Said To Be Kissed By Fire, Which Was Supposed To Be Lucky.