Never believe anything you hear in a song.
The rain had driven everyone under their roofs. It beat down on Ned’s head, warm as blood and relentless as old guilts.
I never feared you living, I do not fear you dead.
The Iron Bank will have its due.
So much for guest right.” “The blood is on Walder Frey’s hands, not mine.
Sooner if a certain prince would be quiet.
Yet somehow it felt as though the world were holding it’s breath.
Crows will fight over a dead man’s flesh and kill each other for his eyes.
Men love to complain about their wives and lords. Those without wives complain twice as much about their lords.
What a Kraken grasps it does not lose, be it a longship or leviathan.
A blowing rain lashed at Jon’s face as he spurred his horse across the swollen stream.
They were the glory of their House. And now they are a sign above an inn.
The babes are well?” he asked her. The wildling girl smiled timidly from under her cowl. “Yes, m’lord. I was scared I wouldn’t have milk enough for both, but the more they suck, the more I have. They’re strong.
Besides, his father and uncles were old, and the old lords were like that; they took their dusty feuds to the grave, forgetting nothing and forgiving less.
My liege, Pylos is pleasant enough, but I cannot see the chain about his neck without mourning for Maester.
I know the seas and rivers, the shapes of the coasts, where the rocks and shoals lie. I know hidden coves where a boat can land unseen. And I know that a king protects his people, or he is no king at all.
A clever fool and a foolish wise man.
You have juice on your face, Your Grace.” Arya said.
Will’s voice abandoned him. He groped for words that did not come.
His father peeled off his gloves and handed them to Jory Cassel, the captain of his household guard. He took hold of Ice with both hands and said, “In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I do sentence you to die.” He lifted the greatsword high above his head.