“on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.”

“There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.”

“Be certain,” Catelyn told her son, “or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Robb-these are your bannermen, not your friends. You named yourself battle commander. Command.”

“If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons.”

“We look up at the same stars and see such different things.”

“A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face.”

“When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?”