The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... but in the cou...
The world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort of courage to admit to cowardice as Samwell Tarly had.
The truth is, I wanted to watch you for a time before pledging you my sword. To make certain that you were not......my father's daughter? If she was not her father's daughter, who was she?...mad, he f...
The snail may leave a trail of slime behind him, but a little slime will do a man no harm, while if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.
The night is dark and full of turnips, he announced in a solemn voice. Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.
The bad part is you freeze your balls off, but since you're not allowed to breed anyway, I don't suppose that matters.
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
The Red Keep was full of cats: lazy old cats dozing in the sun, cold-eyed mousers twitching their tails, quick little kittens with claws like needles, ladies’ cats all combed and trusting, ragged shad...
That made her laugh until she screamed. Mad, someone said, she’s lost her wits, and someone else said, Make an end, and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No...
That is the nature of prophecy... Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.
Tell me again what you saved.''''Your life'' Daenerys, said.Mirri Maz Duur laughed cruelly. ''Look to your khal and see what life is worth when all the rest is gone.
Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor...Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence.
Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.
Son sus silencios lo que debéis temer, no sus palabras.
Sometimes it seemed as though he’d thumped his head on half the doors in Westeros, not to mention every beam in every inn from Dorne up to the Neck.
Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we bever mindedn if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she use to saym you have to visit them from time to time.
She was no maid; if she could look on the grey wall's scenes of slaughter, why should she avert her eyes from the sight of men and women giving pleasure to one another?
She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.
She has the blood of a wolf, said Joffrey.And you have the wits of a goose, said Tyrion.You can’t talk to me that way. The king can do as he likes.Aerys Targaryen did as he liked. Has you mother ever...