A Dance with Dragons (A Song of Ice and Fire, #5)

by George R.R. Martin

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

Normative Jon snow fan

“Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle.”

The fisherman drowned, but his daughter got Stark to the Sisters before the boat went down. They say he left her with a bag of silver and a bastard in her belly. Jon Snow, she named him, after Arryn.

“Pomegranates. All those seeds. A man could choke to death. I’d sooner have a turnip. Never knew a turnip to do a man any harm.”

It was Jon Snow she needed, not fried bread and bacon,

Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come.

There are ghosts in Winterfell. And I am one of them.

You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

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