Many have served Him of Many Faces through the centuries, but only a few of His servants have been women. Women bring life into the world. We bring the gift of death. No one can do both.
La historia ha confirmado la triste verdad de que las masas irracionales siempre se han alineado detrás del poderoso y no del sabio.
It was the feel of it, the love of it, not the thought: it was instinct and reflex and knowing the wind, and Maris was the wind.
It was the end of the world.And we are going beyond it.
If I fight, they must do the same, or they are less than dwarfs. You won’t hear me shout out Joffrey’s name, he told them. You won’t hear me yell for Casterly Rock either. This is your city Stannis me...
I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.
I knew a man once who told me that I smiled at the wrong things.Do you?Only by the light of those who smile at nothing.
I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with sea...
I don't want to have a dozen sons, she had told him, appalled. I want to have
I can . . . die as I please.
How many eyes does Lord Bloodraven have? A thousand eyes and one.
How do you fight someone if you can't hit them?
How could it end any other way? The beast was greater than they were, a force of nature. The beast was like the river, eternal. It had no doubts, no thoughts, no dreams or plans.
How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice, Tyrion sighed to her. How I have yearned to have that eunuch’s tongue pulled out with hot pincers, Cersei replied.
His wits were coming back to him, however slowly. That was good. His wits were all he had.
His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.
He was curiously calm. Men were supposed to go mad with grief when their children died, he knew. They were supposed to tear their hair out by the roots, to curse the gods and swear red vengeance. So w...
He pushed himself to his feet. Don’t lie, Sansa. I am malformed, scarred, and small, but… she could see him groping …abed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dar...
Ghosts, Irri muttered. Terrible ghosts. We must not stay here, Khaleesi, this is their place. I fear no ghosts.
Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.