CATELYN Ned and the girls were eight days gone when Maester Luwin came to her one night in Bran’s sickroom, carrying a reading lamp and the books of account. “It is past time that we reviewed the.
I’ll pay her bloody ransom. Gold, sapphires, whatever you want. Pull her out of there.” “You want her? Go get her.” So he did.
It is a terrible thing we contemplate, a vile thing. Yet we who presume to rule must do vile things for the good of the realm, howevermuch it pains us.
And his father’s voice replied to him. “That is the only time a man can be brave.
In this world, a man must learn to seize whatever gifts the gods chose to send him. That was a lesson I learned at some cost. I offer it to you as a sign of my good faith.
Even a man who had survived a hundred battle can break in his hundred-and-first.
The arms of Tarth were quartered rose and azure, and bore a yellow sun and crescent moon.
The new-made Lord Quenton had two strong sons and a plump grandson to assure the succession, but as his first wife had been carried off by spotted fever three years earlier, he further agreed to take one of Lord Tully’s daughters as his bride.
My smile is my servant, he should come at my command.
And the mystery knight should win the tourney, defeating every challenger, and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.” “She was,” said Meera, “but that’s a sadder story.” “Are you certain you never heard this tale before, Bran?” asked Jojen. “Your lord father never told it to you?
Septon Barth’s claim that the Valyrians came to Westeros because their priests prophesied that the Doom of Man would come out of the land beyond the narrow sea can safely be dismissed as nonsense, as can many of Barth’s queerer beliefs and suppositions.
His wits have gone dark as his eyes.
Salt a slug shame a here, and they shrink right up.
A small victory, he thought, but sweet. He had passed his first test. Tyrion Lannister shouldered through the door, feeling almost tall. Five members of the king’s small council broke off their discussion suddenly. “You,”his sister Cersei said in a tone that was equal parts disbelief and distaste.
Summer Islanders. That’s how they mourn. They answer death with life.
The living have no place at the feasts of the dead.
He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.
Dying is not dead.
He had long ago given up trying even to understand the unsolvable mathematics of human relationships, let alone to participate.
May the Father judge him justly.