He found Podrick Payne asleep in a chair outside the door of the solar, and shook him by the shoulder. Summon Bronn, and then tun down to the stables and have two horses saddled. (Tyrion). The squire'...
And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.
And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.
Our enemies leave our bodies for the crows and the wolves. Our friends bury us in secret graves.
This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.
The rat squealed as he bit into it, squirming wildly in his hands, frantic to escape.
The mystery knight prevails against all challengers, and wonder dances in his wake.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhap...
The letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?Stannis snorted. Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.
Sometimes, Catelyn said slowly, the best thing you can do is nothing.
Slowly the shapes around her took on form. Huge empty eyes stared at her hungrily through the gloom, and dimly she saw the jagged shadows of long teeth. She had lost the count. She closed her eyes and...
Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.
It was queer how sometimes a child's innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.
I have more concern for my nephew's welfare than for Lannister pride.
He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.
Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One reached Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared.
Drunks they may be, but a drunken man knows not fear. Fools, aye, but a fool can kill a king. Rats, that too, but a thousand rats can bring down a bear.
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...
You don't just have people who wake up in the morning and say, "What evil things can I do today, because I'm Mr. Evil?" People do things for what they think are justified reasons. Everybody is the her...
No". Tyrion's voice was hoarse. "Sansa is no longer yours to torment. Understand that, monster." Joffrey sneered. "You're the monster, Uncle" "Am I?" Tyrion cocked his head. "Perhaps you should speak...