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 ask me about Jon; he is my blood and that is all you need to know! Ned was different. He brought his bastard home, and called him son.
Ned Stark kept his vows. He thought of the promises he’d made Lyanna as she lay dying, and the price he’d paid to keep them.
Nasty thing, a crossbow. How many men you kill with that?Nine. His father counted for at least that many, surely. Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport, Hand of the King, hus...
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.
Mother said, mocked the king. Don't be childish.We're children, Myrcella declared haughtily. We're supposed to be childish.The Hound laughed. She has you there.
Mormont leaned forward. Tarly, when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If...
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...
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.
Las cosas que amamos siempre acaban por destruirnos.
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 Snow, you know nothing.
It is no easy thing to slay a dragon, but it can be done.
It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… The white tears and the red ones...
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.