Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.
Some men had faces that cried out for a beard. Ser Clayton’s face cried out for an axe between the eyes.
Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.
Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.
Sobbing, Sam took another step. This is the last one, the very last, I can't go on, I can't. But his feet moved again. One and then the other. They took a step, and then another, and he thought, They'...
So long as she could kill with a whisper, Arya need not be afraid of anyone . . . but once she used up the last death, she would only be a mouse again.
Slavery is not the same as rain, she insisted. I have been rained on and I have been sold. It is not the same. No man wants to be owned.
She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.
She had to have gone elsewhere... but elsewhere is a big place.
She don’t speak, said the big man in the yellow cloak. You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers. He turned to the dead woman and said, What do you say, m’lady? Was he pa...
Ser Loras lusts for glory as real men lust for women, the least the gods can do is grant him a death worthy of a song.
Ser Jorah was not a handsome man. He had a neck and shoulders like a bull, and coarse black hair covered his arms and chest so thickly that there was none left for his head.
Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis,
Ride with them, eat with them, fight with them, for as long as it takes.
Reading books by candlelight will make you blind.I need the candlelight to see the words, ser.Do you want a clout in the ear?
Proud men might shout that they would sooner die free than live as slaves, but pride was cheap. When the steel struck the flint, such men were rare as dragon's teeth; elsewise the world would not have...
Perhaps magic was once a mighty force in the world, but no longer. What little remains is no more than the wisp of smoke that lingers in the air after a great fire has burned out, and even that is fad...
Oysters, clams, and cockles were cat's magic words, and like all good magic words they could take her almost anywhere.
Only lies offend me, never honest counsel.
Once, so tormented she could not sleep, Dany slid a hand down between her legs, and gasped when she felt how wet she was. Scarce daring to breathe, she moved her fingers back and forth between her low...