And what must I do when the dye runs out?
He is here. Aegon has been shaped for rule since before he could walk. He has been trained in.
The times grow ever more interesting, my sweet, and when the times are interesting you can never have too many swords.
For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them.
So they called it, though I never saw a king, nor earned a penny. It was a war, though. That it was.
Their rusted hinges let out a pair of screams, for all those who might have slept through the breaking of the lock.
Yes it is. Everything below the Wall’s south to us.” He had never thought of it that way. “I suppose it’s all in where you’re standing.” “Aye,” Ygritte agreed. “It always is.
So tell me, my lord – what are these wildlings, if not men?
Egg? It’s dark. Why is it so dark?
Her Dothraki scouts had told her how it was, but Dairy wanted to see for herself.
Tell the Crow’s Eye he’s afraid of kinslaying, and he’ll murder one of his own sons just to prove you wrong.
The man who never reads lives only once.
I had forgotten what a small and noisy folk they are, my ironborn. I would bring them dragons, and they shout out for grapes.
Grey Wind balked in the middle of the drawbridge, shook the rain off, and howled at the portcullis. Robb whistled impatiently. “Grey Wind. What is it? Grey Wind, with me.” But the direwolf only bared his teeth. He does not like this place, Catelyn thought.
No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter.
Hanged, Ami. Your father was not tapestry.
They name themselves the free folk, and each one thinks himself as good as a king and wiser than a maester.
Faith”, urged Septon Meribald. “Believe, persist and follow, and we shall find the peace we seek.
You on your dog and me on my sow, chasing a dragon across the Dothraki sea.
The song is sung, the wine is spilled, the wench is pregnant.