But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes... In life, the monsters win, she told herself.
The light outside the windows was fading by the time the session drew to a close. Sansa felt limp with exhaustion as she made her way down from the gallery. She wondered how badly Joffrey had cut himself. They say the Iron Throne can be perilous cruel to those who were not meant to sit it.
It was these calamities that transformed my people into slavers,” Galazza Galare had told her, at the Temple of the Graces. And I am the calamity that will change these slavers back into people, Dany had sworn to herself.
Daella is sweet and kind and gentle. She has such a tender heart. Give me time, and I will find a lord to cherish her. Not every Targaryen needs to wield a sword and ride a dragon.
Winter’s here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand.
I can smell defiance, I can smell pride, I can smell disobedience. I catch a whiff of any such stinks, you’ll answer for it. When I sniff you, all I want to smell is fear.
Rubini schizzano via come gocce di sangue dal petto di un principe morente che si accascia nell’acqua, mormorando il nome di una donna.
The dung made him think of his lord father.
Daenerys Targaryen wed Khal Drogo with fear and barbaric splendor in a field beyond the walls of Pentos, for the Dothraki believed that all things of importance in a man’s life must be done beneath the open sky.
Men who fall in battle against the Others must be burned, or else the dead will rise again as their thralls.
She was the blood of the dragon, and the fire was in her.
Whisper a word in the wrong ear and before you knew it you’d be short a head.
On the twenty-sixth day of the fifteen-day march, the last of the vegetables was consumed. On the thirty-second day, the last of the grain and fodder. Asha wondered how long a man could live on raw, half-frozen horse meat.
Every choice had its risks, every choice its consequences. He would play the game to its conclusion.
Bright, shining, and empty, Sansa thought.
The watcher on the walls. The sword in the darkness.
Could a man walk while he was sleeping?
A man cannot sup from the beggar’s bowl all his life and stay a man.
Arya put her lips to his ear. “It’s Jaqen H’ghar.
Once that would have sent him running. Once that might even have made him cry. Now it only made him angry. He would be a Sworn Brother of the Night’s Watch soon, and face worse dangers than Catelyn Tully Stark. “He’s my brother,”he said.