The wind cut like a knife up here, and shrilled in the night like a mother mourning her slain children.
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 brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
That is the nature of prophecy... Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.
Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.
Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you
She sighed. I wish I had their faith. Crimson is a Lannister color.That thing’s not crimson, Ser Brynden said. Nor Tully red, the mud red of the river. That’s blood up there, child, smeared across the...
Queen Jeyne would be safest behind the high, strong walls of Riverrun, with the Blackfish to protect her. Robb had even created him a new title, Warden of the Southern Marches.
Of all the queer and fabulous denizens of the Shivering Sea, however, the greatest are the ice dragons. These colossal beasts, many times larger than the dragons of Valyria, are said to be made of liv...
Melisandre’s red lips curled into a smile. I have seen you in my fires, Jon Snow. Is that a threat, my lady? Do you mean to burn me too? You mistake my meaning. She gave him a searching look. I fear t...
Man’s curiosity drives him to seek the answer to every question. But it’s the unanswered questions that are the most exciting.
Mai, mai dimenticare chi sei, perché di certo il mondo non lo dimenticherà. Trasforma chi sei nella tua forza così non potrà mai essere la tua debolezza. Fanne un'armatura e non potrà mai essere usata...
Maesters and other scholars alike have puzzled over the greatest of the engimas of Sothoryos, the ancient city of Yeen. A ruin older than time, built of oily black stone, in massive blocks so heavy th...
Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature. -- Lyanna
Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scyth...
Lord Rodrik Harlaw was neither fat nor slim; neither tall nor short; neither ugly nor handsome. His hair was brown, as were his eyes, though the short, neat beard he favored had gone grey. All in all,...
Lord Petyr, Ned called after him. I … am grateful for your help. Perhaps I was wrong to distrust you. Littlefinger fingered his small pointed beard. You are slow to learn, Lord Eddard. Distrusting me...
Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father’s name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen...