There was crisp, dry snow under his feet and more snow lying on the branches of the trees. Overhead there was pale blue sky, the sort of sky one sees on a fine winter day in the morning. Straight ahead of him he saw between the tree-trunks the sun, just rising, very red and clear. Everything was perfectly still, as if he were the only living creature in that country. There was not even a robin or a squirrel among the trees, and the wood stretched as far as he could see in every direction. He shivered.
He now remembered that he had been looking for Lucy; and also how unpleasant he had been to her about her “imaginary country” which now turned out not to have been imaginary at all. He thought that she must be somewhere quite close and so he shouted, “Lucy! Lucy! I’m here too-Edmund.”
There was no answer.
“She’s angry about all the things I’ve been saying lately,” thought Edmund. And though he did not like to admit that he had been wrong, he also did not much like being alone in this strange, cold, quiet place; so he shouted again…
Both of my parents are doctors. It’s all I ever wanted to be. Growing up, I used to recite the Hippocratic Oath. I was obsessed with it. If anyone was gonna step on a bug, I would say, “Do no harm.” It’s built into my DNA. Unfortunately, my DNA isn’t what it used to be.
“But the nights are colder now, and doors are closed… It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell. But the old wolf’s dead, and the young one’s gone south to play the game of thrones, and all that’s left us is the ghosts.” “The wolves will come again,” Jojen said solemnly.