Editing Haunted forest (section)

==Quotes==
[[File:Haunted forest.jpg|thumb|right|The haunted forest by Carlo Bocchio © Fantasy Flight Games]]
{{quote|The first time he had been sent [[beyond the Wall|beyond]], all the old stories had come rushing back, and his bowels had turned to water. He had laughed about it afterward. He was a veteran of a hundred rangings by now, and the endless dark wilderness that the [[southron]] called the haunted forest had no more terrors for him.{{ref|AGOT|Prologue}}|thoughts of [[Will]]}}

{{quote|Few axes had ever swung in ''that'' black wood, where even the [[moon]]light could not penetrate the ancient tangle of root and thorn and grasping limb. Out there the trees grew huge, and the [[ranger]]s said they seemed to brood and knew not men. It was small wonder the [[Night's Watch]] named it the haunted forest.{{ref|AGOT|21}}|thoughts of [[Tyrion Lannister]]}}

{{quote|Good men have gone into those woods before, and never come out.{{ref|AGOT|24}}|[[Yoren]] to a [[Night's Watch|black brother]]}}

{{Quote|[[Beyond the Wall]] the haunted forest stands as it stood in the [[Dawn Age]], long before the [[Andals]] brought [[Faith of the Seven|the Seven]] across the [[narrow sea]].{{Ref|AGOT|48}}|[[Jeor Mormont]] to [[Grenn]]}}

{{Quote|No one would admit to being afraid—they were men of the [[Night's Watch]], after all—but Jon could feel the unease. Four empty villages, no [[free folk|wildlings]] anywhere, even the game seemingly fled. The haunted forest had never seemed more haunted.{{ref|ACOK|13}}|thoughts of [[Jon Snow]]}}

{{Quote|''This is the haunted forest'', he told himself. ''Maybe there are [[ghosts]] here, the spirits of the [[First Men]]. This was their place, once''.{{Ref|ACOK|34}}|thoughts of [[Jon Snow]]}}

{{Quote|To south and east the wood went on as far as Jon could see, a vast tangle of root and limb painted in a thousand shades of green, with here and there a patch of red where a [[weirwood]] shouldered through the [[pine]]s and [[sentinel]]s, or a blush of yellow where some broadleafs had begun to turn. When the wind blew, he could hear the creak and groan of branches older than he was. A thousand leaves fluttered, and for a moment the forest seemed a deep green sea, storm-tossed and heaving, eternal and unknowable.{{Ref|ACOK|34}}|thoughts of [[Jon Snow]]}}

{{Quote|Jon took a breath of the crisp morning air and allowed himself to hope. The eastern sky was pink near the horizon and pale grey higher up. The [[Sword of the Morning (constellation)|Sword of the Morning]] still hung in the south, the bright white star in its hilt blazing like a [[diamond]] in the dawn, but the blacks and greys of the darkling forest were turning once again to greens and golds, reds and russets. And above the [[soldier pine]]s and [[oak]]s and [[ash tree|ash]] and [[sentinel]]s stood the [[Wall]], the ice pale and glimmering beneath the dust and dirt that pocked its surface.{{ref|ASOS|30}}|thoughts of [[Jon Snow]]}}

{{Quote|It was too cold to talk, and they dare not light a fire. [[Coldhands]] had warned them against that. ''These woods are not as empty as you think'', he had said. ''You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness''.{{ref|ADWD|4}}|thoughts of [[Bran Stark]]}}

{{Quote|'''Jon''': My lady, you do not have to do this. The risk—<br>'''Val''': —is mine, Lord Snow. And I am no [[southron]] lady but a woman of the [[free folk]]. I know the forest better than all your black-cloaked [[rangers]]. It holds no [[ghosts]] for me.{{ref|ADWD|39}}|[[Jon Snow]] and [[Val]]}}