"That doesn't sound any different from a god," he retorted, because it was easy to be stubborn about this. He'd had to accept so many impossible things in the past day and here was finally a place to dig his heels in.

Bran stared penetratingly at her like she was a weirwood tree and if he looked hard enough she'd reveal her true face. There was something of the wolf in him as well as the boy. He wanted Jojen or Maester Luwin to be here and explain it to him.

"Which are you then? If your brothers and sisters are Death and Despair and Destruction?"