| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3169537 | There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same. | rage joy roose-bolton stillness | George R.R. Martin | |
| 997b4a1 | If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons. | roose-bolton | George R.R. Martin |