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"I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown? The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike."

"Well, I'll not press you if you feel so strong about it, though I swear, at times you're so prickly you ought to take the hedgehog as your sigil."

"Even if the boy does live, he will be a cripple. (...) Give me a good clean death."
(...) "I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities."
Jaime smiled. "You are a perverse little imp, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," Tyrion admitted. "I hope the boy does wake. I would be most interested to hear what he might have to say."

Jaime, you poor fool.

"Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs."

For a moment, Eddard Stark was filled with a terrible sense of foreboding. This was his place, here in the north. He looked at the stone figures all around them, breathed deep in the chill silence of the crypt. He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.