Blood upon the Snow ⎯⎯ asoiaf.

A cold wind blew off haunted water, carrying with it visions of ice and fire, of stone and living flesh. It swirled up and over the chill waves of a great lake, towards two men who lingered near its edge. Their cloaks flapped like the wings of a bird, a dove and a raven, side by side. So alike, so different. "It shall begin if you continue like this," the dove said with eyes as violet as morning glories.

"The dragon must have three heads."