Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.
Even dreams cannot live up here.
En malas manos, una moneda es tan peligrosa como una espada.
El miedo hiere más que las espadas.
El conocimiento es un arma, Jon. Aseguraos de ir bien armado antes de entrar en combate.
Ein Leser durchlebt tausend Leben, ehe er stirbt, sagte Jojen. Der Mann, der nie liest, lebt nur sein eigenes.
Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the gr...
Did you think I was as blind as Father? Tyrion rubbed his cheek. Who you lie with is no matter to me … although it doesn’t seem quite just that you should open your legs for one brother and not the ot...
Did I offend you? Lannister said. Sorry. Dwarfs don’t have to be tactful. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my head.
Deixa-me lhe dar um conselho, bastardo - Disse Lannister - Nunca se esqueça de quem é, porque é certo que o mundo não lembrará. Faça disso sua força. Assim, não poderá ser nunca a sua fraqueza. Arme-s...
Davos said. I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.
Contempt, thought Tyrion, the universal tongue.
Choosing … it has always hurt. And always will.
But prominent families, often forget a simple truth, I've found. Knowledge is power.
But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. 'Life is not a song, sweetling,' he'd told her, 'You may learn that o...
Bran was relieved . . . but disappointed too. So long as there was magic, anything could happen. Ghosts could walk, trees could talk, and broken boys could grow up to be knights. But there isn’t, he s...
Bones, Catelyn thought. This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the father of my children. His hands were clasped together over his chest, skeletal fingers curled about thehilt of some longsword...
At Highgarden we have many spiders amongst the flowers. So long as they keep to themselves we let themspin their little webs, but if they get underfoot we step on them.
As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.
Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well. Valar morghu...