I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.
Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most...
His strength, his speed, his valor, all his hard-won skill . . . it was worth less than a mummer’s fart, because he flinched from killing.
He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.
Death, there will be death, aye. Your lordship lost a son at the Red Wedding. I lost four upon the Blackwater. And why? Because the Lannisters stole the throne. Go to King’s Landing and look on Tommen...
As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent win...
Ago era Robb, Bran, Rickon, sua madre, suo padre e anche Sansa. Ago erano le pareti grigie di Grande Inverno e le risate della sua gente. Ago erano le nevicate estive, le storie della vecchia Nan, era...
A modest fellow, this one, the septon said to Ser Lucas. Were I as large as him, I’d call myself Ser Sefton the Immense. Ser Sefton the Tower. Ser Sefton with the Clouds About His Ears.
A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives.
A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword
Grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.
Wolves and women wed for life.
You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.
Yet the higher a man climbs the further he has to fall.
Wine makes all things possible.
Tyrion looked pointedly at his right hand. Why, I have steel in my hand, Ser Allister, although it appears to be a crab fork. Shall we duel? He hopped up on his chair and began poking at Thorne’s ches...
They laughed at him, but they didn't know, they didn't know about all the nice things he had. No one knew. No one. Only someday he'd see somebody different, somebody to give his things to, somebody wh...
There’s always a bear,
The day is won [...] And yet you do not smile, boy. The living should smile, for the dead cannot.
The crow calls the raven black.