Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's...
Sail far. Sail fast.
A ruler needs a good head and a true heart, she famously told the king. A cock is not essential.
Laughter is poison to fear.
It is always winter now.
I will leave the making of law to you, brother, Prince Baelon declared, I would sooner make sons.
I wish I was home, She said miserably. She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but some times she felt she was a little girl after all.
Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.
Bad and worse and worst makes a beggar's choice.
You look different now. Like a proper little girl.
He bound the land together, and made of seven kingdoms, one.
Nothing' isn't better or worse than anything. Nothing is just... nothing." Arya Stark
The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.
No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. It was alive with moonlight, translucent, a shard of crystal so thin that it seemed to almost vanish when seen edge on. There was a faint blue s...
The man had a hand down between her legs, and he must have been hurting her there, because the woman started to moan, low in her throat.
The gods heard my prayer, she thought. She felt so numb and dreamy. My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm....
Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun's son and the mummer's dragon. Trust no...
Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.
You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister.Am I? the dwarf replied, sardonic. Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure.I don't even know who my mother was, Jon...