The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. They set forth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in all, and Bran rode among them, nervous with excitement. This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his brothers to see the king’s justice done. It was the ninth year of summer, and the seventh of Bran’s life.
This was something else: poison in the dark, a knife trust to the soul.
People never looked up.
When the hammer shall fall upon the dragon, a new king shall arise, and none shall stand before him.
It was the easiest thing in the world for Arya to step up behind him and stab him.
A woman’s life is nine parts mess to one part magic.
Harrenhal must be held, though, and Baelor Butthole here is the man that Cersei chose to hold it.
I told Robb I’m sure to give him twins. An Eddard and a Brandon.
Silence is a prince’s friend, the captain had heard him tell his daughter once. Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.
Some men would sooner die free than live a slave, I suppose.
Dorne has danced with dragons before,” he said. “I would sooner sleep with scorpions.
The human prune in the place of honor was evidently the Yunkish supreme commander, who looked about as formidable as a loose stool.
Pity filled Catelyn’s heart. Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman?
His cloak was cloth-of-silver too, lined with vair and clasped at the collar with a brooch in the shape of the twin towers.
When cowards hide behind great walls, it is they who are defeated, Khaleesi,” Ko Jhogo said. Her other bloodriders concurred. “Blood of my blood,” said Rakharo, “when cowards hide and burn the food and fodder, great khals must seek for braver foes. This is known.
I ask you, why did the gods inflict me with brothers?
Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. Aegon would have been closer to my age than Viserys.
A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved lemon cakes. No, that was not me, that was only Arya.
Under the sea the crows are white as snow, I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.
Lady Stark was there beside his bed. She had been there, day and night, for close on a fortnight. Not for a moment had she left Bran’s side. She had her meals brought to her there, and chamber pots as well, and a small hard bed to sleep on, though it was said she had scarcely slept at all.