Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.
And what lesson can we draw from Volantene history? If you want to conquer the world, you best have dragons.
You lie. Worse, you lie poorly.
I’m sorry that I never trusted you. I don’t know how to do that anymore.
Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon.
The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.
It is better to be seen as cruel than foolish.
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.
More details, more devils.
You know I’ve always considered women to be people.
Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.
Trust is earned. Like gold.
And any man who must say ‘I am king’ is no true king at all.
Kings are falling like leaves this autumn.
You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.
Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm...
And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.
Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.
I am the blood of the dragon. Do not presume to teach me lessons.