“His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”

“Sing a song if you like.” “Aloud?”“In your head.”

“Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name.”

“When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.”

“They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.”

“It is one thing to deceive a king, and quite another to hide from the cricket in the rushes and the little bird in the chimney.”

“My mother told me that dead men don't sing”