Quotes About Winter Is Coming Novels & Stories

“Hunger is temporary and definitely must be conquered. Survival is eternal.” But even as he spoke, a shadow of doubt gnawed at him. How many more would fall before the thaw? How many would turn to each other for meat if he faltered? His mind flickered to visions of Kael’s defiance, to the young wolves snapping at each other, and he realized the truth—the winter did not just freeze the land. It froze the heart, turning loyalty into suspicion, love into desperation, hope into something brittle and fleeting.

"Don't cry, Winter. Let's just eat." ---

"It's gonna be fine, okay? He's gonna come back to you. Don't worry." Amelia could only watch and listen as she spoke, it was disbelieving to see her. She blinked repeatedly to see if it was just hallucinations. "You need to be strong 'cause it's gonna get really really really bad." She explained with eyes wide open, stretching her hands forward to emphasize on what she was saying. "Be strong, okay? Winter loves you. Smile!" Her lips stretched into a wide smile before she let out short giggles and turned around, running into the woods, her giggles echoing in the air.

Valen was though worried on whatever he made her aware of after the first lecture in the corridor, yet she did not stop grazing the baked snack during the late hours of the night. The month of December has already brought along a rippling atmosphere with the grains of snow barfing in the room along the breezy air. It has started snowing lately after she returned home. Hardly has it been few hours and already the entire city was covered with the white layer of snow welcoming the Christmases joy. Although the wolves have their own set f festival they still believed in celebrating the arrival of the God of hope and peace, Jesus.

"We will not fear the cold. We will not fear the dark. We will not fear the Frost Wolf. We will face it. We will fight it. And we will win." The wolves howl. The winter comes. The snow falls. The Frost Wolf stirs. The hunt continues.

These were words Nora had written as early as her freshman year of high school. "Mom tutors the boy downstairs in math. So why does she say she doesn't know how whenever I ask her?" "I don't like Mom anymore. She missed my parent-teacher conference again." "I really want to graduate soon. Once I graduate, I won't have to stay in this house anymore." "Dad finally agreed today. I'm so happy!" Marissa's eyes widened. That day was the college-sendoff dinner. What did Nora mean? What had Owen Duncan agreed to?

She yawned after asking that to me. I took the hands from her eyes, she asked, "What is it? Did you drag me all the way to see the window blinds?" I shook my head and opened the blinds on the window. She saw the snow while placing her hand on the window and said, "It's snowing. It's snowing today, winter has arrived..." "Yeah. Winter has come and soon it will be Christmas. I saw the snow when I came to drink some water. It's beautiful right? That's why I drag you here to see this. I think the storm would have passed, that's why it's snowing."

"Is it that obvious?" "No, not really. But I've wondered why." "You first. " "Are we talking about the weather now?" "Perhaps we could afford having normal conversations and not talks about overthrowing governments or stopping riots and strikes once in a while." "It sounds slightly plain, but, yes.We could." Callum turned his head back to the window and said. "Winter is the time when everyone's expected to spend time at home. People associate snow with holidays, festive gatherings." "That's for most people, I assume."

Rhi just needed time. Time we don’t have, I thought to myself, a little sourly. “So, what did the message say?” she asked. I swallowed hard. “That this,” I gestured vaguely to the ice beneath our feet, “is our final warning.” A frown creased her brow. “So I guess the Eternal Winter was our first warning, then. But what is it warning us about?” “Hell if I know. I don’t want to think about it, not right now. I just want to… be.”

“It’s the first snow of the season.” Victoria followed her gaze, watching as the snowflakes danced and swirled before settling gently on the ground, transforming the world into a winter wonderland. “It is beautiful,” Victoria remarked, a hint of awe in her voice. “I’ve always loved the first snowfall.” “You know, Madam,” Mrs. Brooks continued, breaking the silence, “the weather forecast predicts this winter will be colder than last year. You might want to wear warmer clothes to protect yourself from the chill. You better not catch a winter cold.”