Had his bastard brother Jon Snow fallen from the Wall? […] In his wolf dreams, he could race up the sides of mountains, jagged icy mountains taller than any tower, and stand at the summit beneath the full moon with all the world below him, the way it used to be. - Bran I, A Clash of Kings.
In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. […] He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold… - Jon XIII, A Dance with Dragons.