“Bolton’s silence was a hundred more times threatening than Vargo Hoat’s slobbering malevolence. Pale as morning mist, his eyes concealed more than they told. Jaime misliked those eyes. They reminded him of the day at King’s Landing when Ned Stark found him seated on the Iron Throne. The Lord of Dreadfort finally pursed his lips and said, ‘You have lost a hand.’

‘No,’ said Jaime. ‘I have it here, hanging round my neck.’

Roose Bolton reached down, snapped the cord, and flung the hand at Hoat. ‘Take this away. The sight of it offends me.’”

"If you try to turn toward it, you go against it."