Mercy, thought Theon as Luwin dropped back. There’s a bloody trap. Too much andthey call you weak, too little and you’re monstrous.
May, said Dany. That was such a slippery word, may. In any language.
Margaery, you're clever, be a dear and tell your poor old half-daft grandmother the name of that queer fish from the Summer Isles that puffs up to ten times its own size when you poke it.They call the...
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 astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.
In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight. - Jaime
In the cool weak light the nightflames all had died, and the silent streets echoed death and desolation. Worlorn’s day. Yet it was twilight.
In a swordfight, a man's surest defense is the swift stroke that slays his foe, not cringing behind a shield.
If the lamb sees the knife, she panics. Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.
If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons.
I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Ari...
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 together.
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 have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon.
I don't want to have a dozen sons, she had told him, appalled. I want to have
I am too old a soldier to believe that. Hoster will be chiding me about the Redwyne girl even as we light his funeral pyre, damn his bones.
I am not blind, nor deaf. I know you all believe me weak, frightened, feeble. Your father knew me better. Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was...
I am afraid but I must be brave