I can’t,” I said. “I’ve got to study.” “We’ve all got to study,” Zara said. “But it’s Christmas. The Drome will be all decorated and everybody will be there.” “Exactly, which means the light rail will be packed and security will take forever.
I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.
Beware the perfumed seneschal.
Later during the Dance, Ser Elmo Tully led the riverlords into battle at Second Tumbleton, but on the side of Queen Rhaenyra rather than King Aegon II, whom his grandsire had favored. The battle proved a victory – at least in part – and soon after, his grandfather finally died, and Ser Elmo became Lord of Riverrun. But he did not long enjoy his station; he died on the march forty-nine days later, leaving his young son, Ser Kermit, to succeed him.
Ice can kill as dead as fire.
The dwarf, the evil counselor, the twisted little monkey demon. I’m all that stands between them and chaos.
What is a human mind? Memories. Memories are data. Character, personality, individual volition. Those are programming.
And are you a god, to decide who should live and who should die?
To lead men you must know them.
Thoros,” Gendry said as they walked past the kennels, “is he the.
But sometimes the ugliest ones are the hungriest ones abed.
I know what Aegon proved. I mean to prove a few things of my own.
By the time we leave this table, all of us must be of a single mind, with a single purpose.
Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun’s son and the mummer’s dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal.
But how kind is he? How clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle hand? Is he chivalrous as befits a king? Will he cherish Margaery and treat her tenderly, protect her honor as he would his own?
I am the sword in the darkness.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, men said, but the enemy of my friend is my enemy.
My father called them smallfolk,” said Tyrion, “and he was not what you’d call a jolly man.
Hard hands and no sense of humor makes for a bad marriage.
Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began.