Jess

“Jon Snow, is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?”

“It is.” Jon took her hand.

“Good,” she whispered. “I wanted t’ see one proper castle, before … before I …”

“You’ll see hundred castles. The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you. You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get milk of the poppy for the pain.”

She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.”

“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said.” You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”

“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“She crawled into bed, ignoring the smell of mildew from the blankets and holding the memory of the fairy stories like hands cupped around a tiny flame. When she slept, she dreamed of vast wings carrying her away.”
― J.J.A. Harwood, The Shadow in the Glass

“My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“He'd told her she was unhappy, and told her that she deserved better - and she was unhappy, and she knew she should get more from her life than hard work and grief. But those things had not been weaknesses, until he had made them so. But he liked to see her weak, she realized. How many times had he watched her cry, or tried to frighten her, or transformed himself to see her flush and stammer over her words? They were not accidents. They were choices, and he had chosen to shrink her down again and again[...].”
― J.J.A. Harwood, The Thorns Remain