We shall serve him lies and Arbor gold, and he'll drink them down and ask for more.
We look up at the same stars and see such different things.
We do not choose our destinies.
We all must choose, she proclaimed. Man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same. Her voice made Jon Snow think of anise and nutmeg and cloves. She stood at the king’s side on...
Vengeane, Justice. Fire and Blood
Valar Morghulis- All men must die
Under the sea, the merman feast on starfish soup and all the serving men are crabs.
Tyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies.
Trueborn children are made in a marriage bed and blessed by the Father and the Mother, but bastards are born of lust and weakness.
Too much light can hurt the eyes, my friend, and fire burns.
To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.
Till the rest of his days were done, Abner Marsh remembered that moment, that first look into the eyes of Joshua York.
Those pissing contests are how lords judge one another’s strength, and woe to any man who shows his weakness. A woman must needs piss twice as hard, if she hopes to rule. And
Those are brave men... lets go kill them
Thoren Smallwood, a sinewy ranger with a weak chin and a weaker mouth hidden under a thin scraggle of beard, gave Jon and Sam a cool look. He had been one of Alliser Thorne’s henchmen, and had no love...
These Kingsguard knights are as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
There’s a sweet sound, he said, slashing at the air. Flap closer, Snow. I mean to make your feathers fly.
Then...there was no sorcery? Lannister snorted. Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.
The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground ben...
The septons preach the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.