My uncle always said that it was the sword in a man's hand that determined his worth$$$ not the one between his legs.

The looters comes with the carrion crows after every battle.

Blood calls to blood.

All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.

In this world the weak are the victims of the strong.

May the Father judge him justly.

Dying is not dead.

Cats never weep$$$ she told herself$$$ no more than wolves. It's just a stupid dream.

Dragons are fire made flesh.

In the closeness of the passage$$$ the queen could smell the other woman's perfume$$$ a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it$$$ she smelled ambition.