How much farther? he would think, as the great elk splashed across a half-frozen stream. How much longer? Its so cold. Where is the three-eyed crow?
[...]
He said hed go and deal with them, said Bran.
He said, aye. He said he would take us to this three-eyed crow too. That river we crossed this morning is the same one we crossed four days ago, I swear. Were going in circles.
[...]
The ranger saved Sam and the girl from the wights, Bran said, hesitantly, and hes taking me to the three-eyed crow.
Why wont this three-eyed crow come to us? Why couldnt he meet us at the Wall? Crows have wings. My brother grows weaker every day. How long can we go on?
Jojen coughed. Until we get there.
[...]
Meeras gloved hand tightened around the shaft of her frog spear. Who sent you? Who is this three-eyed crow?
A friend. Dreamer, wizard, call him what you will. The last green-seer. The longhalls wooden door banged open. Outside, the night wind howled, bleak and black. The trees were full of ravens, screaming.
[...]
The white walkers go lightly on the snow, the ranger said. Youll find no prints to mark their passage. A raven descended from above to settle on his shoulder. Only a dozen of the big black birds remained with them. The rest had vanished along the way; every dawn when they arose, there had been fewer of them. Come, the bird squawked. Come, come.
The three-eyed crow, thought Bran. The greenseer. Its not so far, he said. A little climb, and well be safe. Maybe we can have a fire. All of them were cold and wet and hungry, except the ranger, and Jojen Reed was too weak to walk unaided.
[...]
Are you the three-eyed crow? Bran heard himself say. A three-eyed crow should have three eyes. He has only one, and that one red. Bran could feel the eye staring at him, shining like a pool of blood in the torchlight. Where his other eye should have been, a thin white root grew from an empty socket, down his cheek, and into his neck.
A
crow? The pale lords voice was dry. His lips moved slowly, as if they had forgotten how to form words. Once, aye. Black of garb and black of blood. The clothes he wore were rotten and faded, spotted with moss and eaten through with worms, but once they had been black. I have been many things, Bran. Now I am as you see me, and now you will understand why I could not come to you
except in dreams. I have watched you for a long time, watched you with a thousand eyes and one. I saw your birth, and that of your lord father before you. I saw your first step, heard your first word, was part of your first dream. I was watching when you fell. And now you are come to me at last, Brandon Stark, though the hour is late.
April was this cool pic of Bran with the 3-eyed crow: 
