"The gathering gloom put Bran in mind of another of Old Nan’s stories, the tale of the Night’s King...."

“The gathering gloom put Bran in mind of another of Old Nan’s stories, the tale of the Night’s King. He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch, she said; a warrior who knew no fear. ‘And that was the fault in him,’ she would add, ‘for all men must know fear.’ A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave her his soul as well.”

- Storm of Swords (055357342x), 762. (via unequivocable)