They hate you because you act like you're better than they are.... [they are] Four that you humiliated in the yard. Four who are probably afraid of you. I’ve watched you fight. It’s not training with...
The nights are too long,' he told Missandei, 'and there is much and more to do, always.
She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.
It were the black one, the man said, in a Ghiscari growl, the winged shadow. He come down from the sky and … and …
Her name is Brienne, Jaime said. Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You still maiden, I hope?Her broad homely face turned red. Yes.Oh, good, Jaime said. I only rescue maidens.
He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.
I value my privacy, and if sometimes my actions seem strange or arbitrary or capricious, I do not want them challenged.
Why would the stars want to look down on such as me?
The Sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler.
Sorcery is a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it.
Shadows. The world seemed darker when he said it.Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. Some are thin and weak, others long and dark.
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
Shall I prick my prick as well?
It is night in your Seven Kingdoms now,' the red woman went on, 'but soon the sun will rise again. The war continues, Davos Seaworth, and some will soon learn that even an ember in the ashes can still...
Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play,
It all goes back and back, Tyrion thought, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take...
Inside the room, a man and a woman were wrestling. They were both naked.
¿En qué piensascuando hueles nuestras velas, mi niña?«En Invernalia —le podría haber respondido—. Huelen a nieve, a humo y a agujasde pino. Huelen a los establos. Huelen a las risas de Hodor, y a Jon...
Up and down, Meera would sigh sometimes as they walked, then down and up. Then up and down again. I hate these stupid mountains of yours, Prince Bran.Yesterday you said you loved them.Oh, I do. My lor...
A true knight is cleanly as well as godly.