A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
George R.R. MartinI thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.
George R.R. MartinWhen the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
George R.R. Martin...his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking
George R.R. Martin