One foe at a time, that was what the old man always said.
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.
Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, and age for gods and heroes.
Old Nan nodded. ‘In that darkness, the Others came for the first time,’ she said as her needles went click, click, click. ‘They were cold things, dead things, that hated iron and fire and the touch of...
Oh, I think that Lord Tyrion is quite a large man, Maester Aemon said from the far end of the table. He spoke softly, yet the high officers of the Night’s Watch all fell quiet, the better to hear what...
Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of...
No, said Bran. I haven’t. And if I have it doesn’t matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she’d told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends,...
No, thought the dwarf, he plays the game of thrones, and you and Griff and Duck are only pieces, to be moved where he will and sacrificed at need, just as he sacrificed Viserys.
No singer would ever make a song about that battle. No maester would ever write down an account for one of the Reader's beloved books. No banners flew, no warhorns moaned, no great lord called his men...
No one who wears a crown is ever safe.
No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed.
No doubt he was smiling. He smiled a lot, as if the world were a secret joke that only he was clever enough to understand.
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. Jon
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.
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 mother told me that dead men don't sing
My mother raised me to be bold. If I do not go, I will spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if I had.If you do go, the rest of your life may be too short for wondering. - Asha...
My life was writ in red, in blood and wine.