Death is not the worst thing, the kindly man replied. It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life b...
Dark wings, dark words, me mother used to say, but when the birds fly silent, seems to me that’s even darker.
Corn! Corn! Corn!
Cersei will send men after you, I have no doubt. You might do well to take another name. Another name? Oh, certainly. And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I’ll say, ‘No, you have the wrong man,...
But the melancholy of Worlorn's dying forests had seeped into his flesh, and he saw Gwen through tainted eyes, a doll figure in a suit as faded as despair.
But prominent families, often forget a simple truth, I've found. Knowledge is power.
Bran had told himself a hundred times how much he hated hiding down here in the dark, how much he wanted to see the sun again, to ridehis horse through wind and rain. But now that the moment was upon...
Books should broaden us, take us to places we have never been and show us things we’ve never seen, expand our horizons and our way of looking at the world. Limiting your reading to a single genre defe...
Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.
Beyond the Wall the monsters live, the giants and the ghouls, the stalking shadows and the dead that walk, but they cannot pass so long as the Wall stands strong and the men of the Night’s Watch are t...
Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.'' ''Lady Catelyn, you are wrong.'' Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. ''Winter will never come for the likes of us. Shou...
Bad horror stories concern themselves with six ways to kill a vampire, and graphic accounts of how the rats ate Billy's genitalia. Good horror stories are about larger things. About hope and despair....
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 well ask what good is life, what good is death? If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him—valar morghulis.
As the next thousand years unfold—and the thousands beyond that—many more will be born, and live, and die. And history will continue to unfold, as strange and complex and compelling as what my humble...
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...
All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, nos...
After the brightness of the morning, the interior of the pavilion seemed cool and dim. Stannis seated himself on a plain wooden camp stool and waved Davos to another. One day I may make you a lord, sm...
A thousand deaths would still be less than he deserves.
A sweet offer . . . yet sweets can be poisoned.