Most of the stories you hear about dragons are fodder for fools.
It was all too much. For a moment Eddard Stark wanted nothing so much as to return to Winterfell, to the clean simplicity of the north, where the enemies were winter and the wildlings beyond the Wall....
Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.
It was one thing to go into battle with friends, and another to perish alone and despised.
Seeing everything, yet a part of nothing.
She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.
You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.
Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They are wrong in that, I fear. All men need comfort.
Strike hard and true, crow, or I'll come back and haunt you.
Bloodraven is the root of all our woes, the white worm gnawimg at the heart of the realm.
The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow.
A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly a wolf.
This is not Winterfell', he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. 'On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you...
Learn to use yours ears more and your mouth less, or your reign will be shorter than I am.
I am sorry for your girl, Ned. Truly. About the wolf, I mean. My son was lying, I’d stake my soul on it. My son … you love your children, don’t you?With all my heart, Ned said.Let me tell you a secret...
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…When you’ve know me longer, you’ll learn that I mean everything I say.Even the lies?Especially the lies. Lord Petyr…
Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish: The realm. Do you know what the realm is? It's the thousand blades of Aegon's enemies, a story we agree to tell each other over and over, until we forget that it's a lie....
It's just a stupid sword, she said, aloud this time...... but it wasn't.Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter...