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...
Boys believe nothing can harm them, his doubt whispered. Grown men know better.
Black or red, a dragon is still a dragon. - Illyrio Mopatis
Bana Lord Kar deme.'Cüce bir kaşını kaldırdı. 'Sana iblis denmesini mi tercih edersin? Sözleriyle seni incitebileceklerini onlara hissettirirsen alaylarından asla kurtulamazsın. Eğer sana bir isim ver...
Bad enough when the dead come walking,he said (Dolorous Edd) to Jon, now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I'll warrant. And who's to say the bones wouldn't lie? Why...
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.
As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, Tyrion began, there is a serious flaw in Littlefinger’s fable. Whatever you may believe of me, Lady Stark, I promise you this—I never bet against...
Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.
Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.
And Winterfell … grey granite, oak and iron, crows wheeling around the towers, steam rising off the hot pools in the godswood, the stone kings sitting on their thrones … how could Winterfell be gone?
Am I still a thief if I put it all back and no one ever knows?
All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.
A valiant deed unsung is no less valiant.
A sword is only as good as the man who wields it.
A fat man always sits comfortably, I am thinking, for he takes his pillow with him wherever he goes.
Spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for.
Were the words of House Targaryen, but Dunk once heard Ser Arlan say that Aegon’s should have been .
Now, how do you suppose this queen will react when you turn up with your begging bowl in hand and say, 'Good morrow to you, Auntie. I am your nephew, Aegon, returned from the dead. I've been hiding on...
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On Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.