One moment [Theon] was asleep; the next, awake.
Kyra nestled against him, one arm draped lightly over his, her breasts brushing his back. He could hear her breathing, soft and steady.
theon greyjoy is the little spoon pass it on.
All the color had been leeched from Winterfell until only white and grey remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear. It was not right that she would look to him for rescue. What had she been thinking, that he would whistle up a winged horse and fly her out of here, like in he stories she and Sansa used to love? He could not even help himself.
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
What do you do to prepare for your roles on the Wall…you know before battle scenes also, in freezing cold…just what to you do beforehand to prepare?
Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers. He was no true Stark,had never been one, but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons, not three.
You must save your strength for Robb, she told herself. He is the only one you can help. You must be as fierce and hard as the north, Catelyn Tully. You must be a Stark for true now, like your son.