You were small, but far-famed. We were in Oldtown at your birth, and all the city talked of was the monster that had been born to the King’s Hand, and what such an omen might foretell for the realm.Fa...
You were made to be kissed, often and well.
You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and theree;s some Kevan is you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would n...
You promised him vengeance as well.''I promised him justice.''Call it what you will. It still comes down to blood. - Tywin & Tyrion
You may dress an ironman in silks and velvets, teach him to read and write and give him books, instruct him in chivalry and courtesy and the mysteries of the Faith, writes Archmaester Haereg, but when...
You are in difficulty, she observed.
Would you lesson me in warfare? I was fighting battles when you were sucking mother's milk.And losing battles too.
Winter storms are worse, but autumn's are more frequent.
Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
Wherever she looked, she saw fires. They covered the earth like fallen stars, and like the stars there was no end to them.
When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.
When the two men were ten yards apart, the Red Viper stopped and called out, Have they told you who I am?Ser Gregor grunted through his breaths. Some dead man.
When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave...
When soldiers lack discipline, the fault lies with their lord commander.
When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.
When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?
When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly, he announces. When I woke, I couldn't... or so the maester said. But what if he lied?What do you mean?Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know...
When I don't fancy a man's eyes, I put an arrow through one.
What would a Frey know of honor? - Sir Davos Seaworth
What were you doing to that cat, boy? Myrcella asked again, sternly. To her brother she said, He’s a ragged boy, isn’t he? Look at him. She giggled.A ragged dirty smelly boy, Tommen agreed.They don’t...