To Queen her is to kill her.
There is entirely too much tut-tutting in this realm, if you ask me. All these kings would do a deal better if they put down their swords and listened to their mothers.
The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.
Harsh justice is still justice.
All men are sinners.
Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. Egg? he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. Egg, I dreamed that I was old.
A son for a son, heh. But that's a grandson...and he never was much use. --Walder Frey
«Si el hielo puede arder, el amor y el odio se pueden emparejar. Montaña o pantano, da igual. La tierra es una» —Jojen.
The sword was not the kingdom, he says.
Queen you shall be, until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
I often said that writers are of two types.There is the architect, which is one type. The architect, as if designing a building, lays out the entire novel at a time. He knows how many rooms there will...
He will not be three forever. And winter is coming.
Do you think it will truly come to battle between them? If they should come to some accord—They won’t, Tyrion said. They are too different and yet too much alike, and neither could ever stomach the ot...
And what lesson can we draw from Volantene history?If you want to conquer the world, you best have dragons.
All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.
A knight swears by his sword.
All men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.