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ARC from NetGalley

”Each day, Ash had gone to work weighed down by the knowledge that, while in the grand scheme of things, nothing anyone does will have true significance in this universe, what she was engaged in at this particular juncture was even more pointless than the average pointless thing. But she’d tried to be nice about it.<\i>

Taking a break from this, might come back to it

What I didn't realize, though, when I began these experiments, was that they would take me right into the heart of human nature. For denial is something we do all our lives, whether we are temporarily ignoring the bills accumulating in our "to do" tray or defiantly denying the finality and humiliation of death.

The higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

Any man who must say 'I am the king' is no true king at all.

You're mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.

The world grows a little darker every day.

Remember. To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.

We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.

Is there anything as pointless as a king without a kingdom?

It was not dead, just broken. Like me.

Mercy, there's a bloody trap. Too much and they call you weak, too little and you're monstrous.

Awake, I am still broken, but when I sleep, when I'm Summer, I can run and fight and hear and smell.

They follow me because they fear me...and defeat is death to fear.

Trust would get you killed.

Beware of all. They shall come day and night to see the wonder that has been born again into the world, and when they see they shall lust. For dragons are fire made flesh, and fire is power.

Harmless when I'm alone, am I?

One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong. But not today. It could not be today.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

He was dead now and his promises had died with him.

How small the difference between victory and defeat, between life and death.

He smiled a lot, as if the world were a secret joke that only he was clever enough to understand.

Every hurt is a lesson, and every lesson makes you better.

The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.

Let them see that their words can cut you, and you'll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can't hurt you with it anymore.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

The walls were cold here, and the people colder.

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground, he knew.