“Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.”

“As she slept amidst the rolling grasslands, Catelyn dreamt that Bran was shole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling.Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light. She woke aching and alone and weary; weary of riding, weary of hurting, weary of duty. I want to weep, she thought, I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all . . . a day . . . an hour . . .”

“I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.”

“It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.”

“A small victory, he thought, but sweet.”

“A sweet face oft hides a sinner's heart.”

“Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.”