When winter comes... You'll hear no lions roar... No stags grazing the fields... No roses growing in the meadows... No snakes in the sand... The krakens will freeze where they swim... The flayed men will rot and wither... No trouts swimming in the river and no falcons flying in the air... Not even the dragons breath will warm you in your halls. Only the wolfs howl in the night... Winter is coming.
"Well, you're right." He snapped at the small, fragile blonde in front of him. "I'm absolutely crazy, and you're lucky I decided not to kill you." Cornering her against the wall, he placed his hands on both sides of her. "You're just going to have to see what I plan." James added with a breathy grin.