“Will you make a song for him?' the woman asked.'He has a song,' the man replied. 'He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.”

“I know a song about him. But I thought he lived a hundred years ago.We all did. Once I was as young as you.”

“Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.”

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

“Life is not a song, sweetling.Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.”

“I will not deny that Bael’s exploit inspired mine own . . . but I did not steal either of your sisters that I recall. Bael wrote his own songs, and lived them. I only sing the songs that better men have made.”

“There are worse things than dying with a song on your lips.”