Character: Kreegan Stark

- What are you, babies in diapers, if you allow yourself to fool your head with flowers, holidays and affectionate words? Stark scolded them. - Who told you that the war is over? Clubfoot? Or Serpent? Because they want it? Because you won your little win in the dirt? Wars end when the vanquished kneel, and not before.

Little boys eventually become grown men, and the baby absorbs hatred with his mother's milk. We must end these enemies now, or those of us who won't be in the graves in twenty years will regret our stupidity when these little ones take their fathers' swords and go out to exact revenge.

“They died the day we set out, boy.