Quotes About Winter Is Coming Novels & Stories

Eventually, he decided to get up and see who it was. With a Bible, Jonathan, Desmond, and Winter stood by the door. “Hi,” said Winter. She looked fabulous, with her hair tied to the back, high heels, and a lacy white dress. Jonathan wore an Adidas tracksuit, and Desmond wore his three-quarter leather Jacket. Winter had a broad smile, “this is for you. Read verse John 16:22.” When seeing her smile, everything that ever made him sad suddenly faded. He saw his brother's face and remembered the dream.

He watched Nicole’s face, “We will sit back and watch as someone comes and they will come after November and her human.” He smiled at her, “They will solve all our problems for us.” _____________________________________________________ Just as darkness starts to fill the sky and the land is dark, the moon shows looking glorious and full, shining and silver beauty, snow starts to fall, people start to fill the roads, the chilly air sends shivers into everything it touches. Winter is coming and everyone’s celebrating. People smiling, children laughing, lovers unite. In a glass-covered man-made garden somewhere in Manhattan everything is covered in the entirety of white. Hanging crystal glass o

The natural winter—a season the city hadn't felt in a century—had descended with a predatory hunger. "She’s doing more than keeping them warm, Nomo. She’s the only reason they haven't marched on the storehouses yet," Jax said, pausing to catch his breath. "The 'Cold-Bloods' are whispering in the alleys. They’re telling everyone that the Queen’s Sun-Wells were a gift and that Sofia’s freedom is just a cold way to die. If the central heating core goes down, those whispers are going to turn into a riot."

It hadn’t felt that cold earlier. Laying my head back against the window, I couldn’t even feel excited about the snow. It was my favorite but all I could do was close my eyes and wish that everything would just go away. ‘Winter, don’t give up. Wake up. Stay strong. Please. He’s coming, Winter. Don’t worry, he’s coming for you.’

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

One bright morning, Rowan looked at Caelum in my arms and said gently, "When you grow up, the two of us will protect Mommy together. We’ll be her knights." In that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world, wrapped in a love so deep it filled every part of my life.

Cindy’s Point of View I looked at the dancing snowflakes from the winter snow. They are creating a beauty despite the coldness they bring during the season. I can’t help but smile and admire its beauty. What I love the most in every season is the winter. I am born in the winter season and winter is my comfort when I felt so alone. Winter gives me hope everytime. “Ma’am, your coffee is ready.”

Monday, January 20 It was one of the worst winters in recent memory. There had been some sort of snow, freezing rain and temperatures in the teens every day. The old timers called it the Demon's Breath Winter. The only people on the streets were the shoppers and those who worked. It was the gangbangers, junkies, and welfare who stayed inside. They would get cabin fever and either start killing each other or themselves.

I want to care about the noise but I don’t, it’s the fact that Winter is walking towards me, that’s what has me spellbound. “I need a favor.” She says Anything.

The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber.