“Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check.”
“What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves...”
“I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights.”
“Folding chairs were flying through the air as if propelled by dozens of invisible Bobby Knights.”
“My handsome Knight of Night came over to me and kissed me softly on the cheek.”
“Are all knights so gentle? (Taryn)I know not, Taryn, since I don’t make it my habit to lie abed with other knights. (Sparhawk)”