The next morning the sea was calm again, the sun was shining, and the water was so blue and innocent a man might never know that under it my brother floated, dead with all his men.
Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.
Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. H...
What if the wolves come? – Lommy GreenhandsYield. – Arya Stark
Only you could have won me away from the sea. I came back from the ends of the earth for you.
The only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid.
Not cry. Fly.I can’t fly, Bran said. I can’t, I can’t…How do you know? Have you ever tried?The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down wi...
Is that gallantry I smell, or just stupidity? The two scents are much alike, as I recall.
Free folk don't follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic, the King-Beyond-the-Wall had told him. They won't dance for coins, they don't care how your style yourself or what that chain of...
She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.
His dagger was out, poised at her throat. Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. - Old Bear
It was a time for warm embraces, for smiles, for toasts and reconciliations, for renewing old friendships and making new ones, for laughter and kisses.It was a good time, a golden autumn, a time of pe...
I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears.
This is a night for song and sin and drink, for come the morrow, the virtuous and the vile burn together.
A crisp roast chicken would set the world aright.
Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.
Oh, my sweet summer child, Old Nan said quietly, what do you know of fear?Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feetdeep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north...
It was one thing to go into battle with friends, and another to perish alone and despised.
You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.