They mean to scare me. The fool hopped on Jaime’s back giggling, as the Dothraki swaggered toward him. The goat wants me to piss my breaches and big his mercy, but he’ll never have that pleasure. He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream.

Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.

“King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss the coin in the air, and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.” 

Ser Barristan Selmy, a Storm of Swords

“Freedom!” she sang out. “Dracarys! Dracarys!”

“I see you, wolf child. Blood child.”

Sorry found me when I was young
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.

“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.

A Storm of Swords

The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death… “ She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!” 

A Storm of Swords

As Arya was cinching her saddle girth, Gendry came up to say that he was sorry. She put a foot in the stirrup and swung up into her saddle so she could look down on him instead of up. You could have made swords at River Run for my brother she thought, but what she said was “If you want to be some stupid outlaw knight and get hanged, why should I care?”

Arya bit her lip. He means to leave me too.