Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness.
Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you. - Tyrion Lannister
Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be you weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades o...
Ned closed his eyes and opened them; it made no difference. He slept and woke and slept again. He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. When he slept, he dreamed: dark distu...
My queen, said Tristifer, here we have the walls, but if we reach the sea and find that the wolves have taken our ships or driven them away ...... we die, she finished cheerfully, but at least we’ll d...
Must you be in such haste to don your clothes, ser? I prefer you as you are. Abed, unclad, we are our truest selves, a man and a woman, lovers, one flesh, as close as two can be. Our clothes make us d...
Mothers. The man made a word sound like a curse. I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.
Might have punctured a lung, if he had a lung. Most trees don't, as a rule.
Men fight more fiercely for a king who shares their peril than one who hides behind his mother’s skirts.
Melisandre laughed again. You are lost in darkness and confusion, Ser Davos. And a good thing. Davos gestured at the distant lights flickering along the walls of Storm’s End. Feel how cold the wind is...
May the Father judge him justly.Now, there's an awful prospect.
Many good men have been bad kings, Maester Aemon used to say, and some bad men have been good kings.
Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here … and every one better than you.
Let him grow taller,she asked the gods.Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.
Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded.Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.
Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again.
Jon hung a quiver from his belt and pulled an arrow. The shaft was black, the fletching grey. As he notched it to his string, he remembered something that Theon Greyjoy had once said after a hunt. The...
Jon Snow, you know nothing.
It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed at in your cups,