All Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.
It were the black one, the man said, in a Ghiscari growl, the winged shadow. He come down from the sky and … and …
Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.
It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago's will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear by the Mother of Mountains...
No, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don't you see? Don't you SEE?