Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun's son and the mummer's dragon. Trust no...
Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.
Why ask for truth when you close your ears to it? - Ser Barristan Selmy to Daenerys
You are the blood of the dragon. You can make a hat.
She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.
It is night in your Seven Kingdoms now,' the red woman went on, 'but soon the sun will rise again. The war continues, Davos Seaworth, and some will soon learn that even an ember in the ashes can still...