There’s a sweet sound, he said, slashing at the air. Flap closer, Snow. I mean to make your feathers fly.
There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him.
There have always been men who found it easier to speak vows than to keep them.
There are no happy endings.
Then the trees closed in around her, black as pitch and full of ghosts and memories.
Then armor yourself in faith, by all means, but wear a suit of mail and plate as well.
The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.
The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.
The summers have been shorter since the last dragon died, and the winters longer and crueler.
The path of faith was a crooked one.
The ones who look the most suspicious are likely innocent. It's the ones who look innocent I need to beware.
The oft repeated jape about his father was just another lie, Lord Tywin Lannister in the end did not shit gold.
The night is dark and full of terrors.
The most insidious thing about bondage was how easy it was to grow accustomed to it.
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.
The longer Cersei waits, the angrier she'll become, and anger makes her stupid. I much prefer angry and stupid to composed and cunning.
The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord, Mirri said. Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.
The galleys...had been dirven onto the rocks of Skagos, the isle of unicorns and cannibals where even the Blind Bastard had feared to land.
The dwarf has risen from the dead, Tyrion thought. And look, he's uglier than ever, run tell your friends.