My great beard. I am his queen, but I will always be his cub as well, and he will always guard me
Much that may seem evil can be good.
More details, more devils.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
Las cosas que amamos siempre acaban por destruirnos.
Knowledge is what man is all about. People like you have tried to hold back progress since the beginning of time. But they failed, and you failed. Man needs to know.Maybe, Sanders said. But is that th...
Kings are supposed to put the realm before their sisters.
It was the end of the world.And we are going beyond it.
It was bitingly cold up here, and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.
Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that.
In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.
Il meta-lupo non aveva risposte. Leccò il viso di Jon con la sua linguaumida e ruvida come una raspa. Gli occhi di Spettro intercettarono gli ultimiraggi del sole, scintillando come due enormi stelle...
I will not fight you, Princess Meria told Rhaenys, nor will I kneel to you. Dorne has no king. Tell your brother that.I shall, Rhaenys replied, but we will come again, Princess, and the next time we s...
I used to think that it got cold up in the Dornish Marches. What did I know? Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.
I swear it by earth and water,said the boy in green.I swear it by bronze and iron, his sister said.We swear it by ice and fire, they finished it together.Bran groped for words. Was he supposed to swea...
I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.
I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
I have the virtue of being still amongst the living. Some would say that is my only virtue.
I have never forgotten, and I can't imagine you have, and I've thought of it over the years. It was so good, when it was good, I kept thinking. How could it go wrong?
I count no day as lived unless I have loved a woman, slain a foeman, and eaten a fine meal . . . and the days that I have lived are as numberless as the stars in the sky.