The battle proved a victory—at least in part—and soon after, his grandfather finally died, and Ser Elmo became Lord of Riverrun. But he did not long enjoy his station; he died on the march forty-nine...
The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer. If that’s true, Lord Eddard, tell me… why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?
Thank you for your many lessons Lord Baelish. I will never forget them.
Tell me, Bronn. If I told you to kill a babe... an infant girl, say, still at her mother's breast... would you do it? Without question?Without question? No. The sellsword rubbed thumb and forefinger t...
Tears, she said scornfully to Sansa as the woman was led from the hall. The woman's weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man's weapon is a sword. And that tells us all you need to know, doesn...
Sólo un tonto se humilla a sí mismo, habiendo tantos hombres en el mundo dispuestos a encargarse de esa tarea
Still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some.
Sooner would be better than later, and now would be better than sooner. - Tyrion
Sometimes they are heroes. Sometimes they are villains. More often they are something in between, grey characters … and grey has long been my favorite color. It is so much more interesting than black...
Something about the howling of a wolf took a man right out of his here and now and left him in a dark forest of the mind, running naked before the pack.
Some were bound to me by vows and some by blood, but they were all my brothers.
Some lights cast more than one shadow. Stand before nightfall and you'll see for yourself. The flames shift and dance, never still. The shadows grow tall and short, and every man casts a dozen. Some a...
Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.
So, now that we are of one purpose, we ought have no more secrets between us. You say Joffrey had Lord Eddard killed, Varys dismissed Ser Barristan, and Littlefinger gifted us with Lord Slynt. Who mur...
So young, said Wyman Manderly, Though mayhaps this was a blessing. Had he lived he would've grown up to be a Frey.
So long as men remember the wrongs done to their forebears, no peace will ever last.
She had to have gone elsewhere... but elsewhere is a big place.
She always said that it didn't matter what your voice was like so long as you loved the song.
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.