Novel & Cerita Quotes About Winter Is Coming

Shen's voice turned the same, “I see… It’s already a decade since it happened. Time really passed quickly.” “Then, when will Uncle Ben go home?” Kate stopped her steps, making Shen stop too. “2 days before that day, 1 week from now.” she then melancholy looked up the sky, “A snow will gonna fall today, the first snow of the year… and I hate it. It reminds me of that hateful day.” ….…… “Hey, kid its winter and you still want to buy ice cream?” Nikka uttered while standing in the ice cream stand. “And you man, you know it’s already winter yet why you are still selling this,” she complained to the seller. The man looked at her terrified.

Before I knew it, my back hit the bed and he carefully took my dress off before throwing it somewhere. _____________________________________________________________________ The last leaf of the fall disconnected from the now dark gray tree. Its orange colors knowing it soon would become dead once it reached the almost frozen floor. Winter wind blew rapidly around, tossing the dried leaves back and forth. Snowflakes drizzled and clung to everything they grabbed, the floor becoming too frozen to thaw through it anymore. In just a few days, every inch of the earth around us would be covered in many layers of snow. The cold chill that ran through everyone's spine came with some benefits though.

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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I said quietly. “Yes.” “And you still think I’d help you fight Nightfang?” “I think you might have reasons.” I stepped closer. “My reasons are none of your business.” “Perhaps.” “But they still exist.” For a long moment neither of us spoke. Finally Lucian exhaled softly. “I’m not asking for an answer tonight.” “Good.” “But the offer stands.” He glanced toward the camp again. “Winter is coming harder this year.” Rogue wolves shifted uneasily at those words. Lucian looked back at me.

Because of him, I finally lived freely. Two lifetimes of entanglement ended in this one. Winter snow always melted, and spring always came. —The End

It's surrounded by thick pine and the snow is not as deep as compared to when we're out in the vast fields that once had abundant plant life. "Can you believe how dead this forest is?" I say, my voice echoing out in the quiet area, my voice cutting sharply through the crisp air. He turns around and shushes me. I nod my head quickly, forgetting myself. The enemy could be anywhere. They could strike at any time. And what an opportunity to capture the queen and the king of Stauckana? As we travel through the small pathway, he answers me. "Winter kills all. I despise the demons of the cold." He looks back at me through his peripherals and sighs. "Winter and I have had long histories."

The coffee is going slightly cold. Kael was at the desk across from her. Winter is doing what winter knows how to do. Holding everything quietly in the dark. While the things that needed to grow did their growing. Below the surface. In the places that could not be seen. Getting ready. For spring.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"He’s a patient bastard, isn't he? He knows that a man who’s freezing will trade his soul for a matchstick." The "Winter" brought a new kind of intimacy to the Spire—a desperate, physical proximity that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with Survival. In the darkness of the Quad-Spires, people were huddling together in the corridors, sharing blankets and the warmth of their breath.

“The longer you wait, the louder the whispers become. The council is already restless. They want reassurance. They want tradition. They want to see the boy acknowledged so they can stop wondering if you intend to let the line die with you.” Winter had been standing at the tall window that overlooked the frozen training yard, hands clasped behind his back, staring out at the frozen training yard as though the answer to every question in the world might be written in the drifting flakes. Snow had been falling steadily outside, fat flakes drifting past the glass like ash. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor and the heavy oak table where maps and se

Her figure was covered by a long black coat, and her wrinkled face wore a triumphant smile. "Please enjoy your destruction," she muttered sarcastically. The old woman was always behind every tragedy that happened. Her cynical smile grew wider, as if savoring what was to come next. She... she's Emma! --- Their long journey to Winterblood was accompanied by an increasingly heavy snowfall, the snowflakes falling like tiny wounds that cut Lucas' heart. Each cold drop was like a feeling that filled his chest-frozen and empty. The snow piled up on the road obscured the view around them, making everything seem silent, as if the world was grieving with Lucas.