“There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.”
“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.”
“How was it possible to hate him so much and still need him so much at the same time?”
“How was the Seelie Queen?""Same as usual.""Raging bitch, then?""Pretty much.”
“They're still looking at him.... At Will...""Of course they are.... Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell.”