Remind me to tell the High Septon,” said Tyrion. “If I could pray with my cock, I’d be much more religious.” He.
So tell me, Ser Davos Seaworth, and tell me truly – does your heart burn with the shining light of R’hllor? Or is it black and cold and full of worms?
What sort of moths eat chainmail?
Pushing himself to his feet, Sam grimaced at the pins and needles in his calves.
Strong Belwas gave a moan, stumbled from his seat, and fell to his knees.
No sooner had the Flowering taken root, so to speak, than your people rushed back to their private chambers, unleashed their carnal lusts and parental urges, and began reproducing faster than ever. Mean family size is greater now than five years ago, by .0072 persons, and your average citizen becomes a parent sooner by .0102 years.
Words are wind, and the wind that blows exiles across the narrow sea seldom blows them back. That.
They know nothing, Ygritte. And worse, they will not learn.
It serves.” Theon moved closer. “I bring a letter –.
One more page, then I’ll go up and rest and get a bite to eat.
You must not balk whatever is asked of you.
The good knight is honest to the last, even in his day of darkness.
Tommen has been ntaught that kingship is his right. Aegon knows that kingship is his duty.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man! – Rudyard Kipling.
Sansa,” Lady Alerie broke in, “you must be very hungry. Shall we have a bite of boar together, and some lemon cakes?” “Lemon cakes.
A man who hates music can’t be trusted.
As the servants brought out a broth of leeks and mushrooms, Butterbumps began to juggle and Lady Olenna pushed herself forward to rest her elbows on the table. “Do you know my son, Sansa? Lord Puff Fish of Highgarden?” “A great lord,” Sansa.
It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed at in your cups, Will reflected.
Bran had told himself a hundred times how much he hated hiding down here in the dark, how much he wanted to see the sun again, to ride his horse through wind and rain. But now that the moment was upon him, he was afraid. He’d felt safe in the darkness; when you could not even find your own hand in front of your face, it was easy to believe that no enemies could ever find you either. And the stone lords had given him courage. Even when he could not see them, he had known they were there.
Tyrion Lannister reached up and slapped his nephew hard across the face. The boy’s cheek began to redden. ‘One word,’ Tyrion said, ‘and I will hit you again.’ ‘I’m going to tell Mother!’ Joffrey exclaimed. Tyrion hit him again. Now both cheeks flamed.