The cold gods,” she said. “The ones in the night. The white shadows.
The Others never come when the sun is up.
The old wounds never heal.
Vermax left a clutch of eggs somewhere in the depths of Winterfell’s crypts, where the waters of the hot springs run close to the walls, while his rider treated with Cregan Stark at the start of the Dance of the Dragons. As Archmaester Gyldayn notes in his fragmentary history, there is no record that Vermax ever laid so much as a single egg, suggesting the dragon was.
Gods forbid they glimpse me near the high seat of the Arryns, they might think that I mean to sit in it. Cheeks born so low as mine must never aspire to such lofty cushions.
They would not love me living, so let them dread me dead.
A year ago I was scheming to make the girl Robert’s queen,” Renly said, “but what does it matter? The boar got Robert and I got Margaery. You’ll be pleased to know she came to me a maid.” “In your bed she’s like to die that way.
The king dies, Ned Stark thought, and the Hand is buried.
The red woman could see the future in the fire, but all that Davos Seaworth ever saw were the shadows of the past:.
If I drink enough fire wine, he told himself, perhaps I’ll dream of dragons. When he was still a lonely child in the depths of Casterly Rock, he oft rode dragons through the nights, pretending he was some lost Targaryen princeling, or a Valyrian dragonlord soaring high o’er fields and mountains.
Let him beg, it won’t do him no good.
I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyeria. I am the dragon’s daughter.
Ned’s mouth tightened in anger. “Nor will I. Leave it be, Robert, for the love you say you bear me. I dishonored myself and I dishonored Catelyn, in the sight of gods and men.
Joffrey is in my prayers as well,” said Margaery. “I loved him dearly, though I never had the chance to know him.” Liar, the queen thought. If you had loved him even for an instant, you would not have been in such unseemly haste to wed his brother. His crown was all you ever wanted. For.
Stannis, my lord, my sad sullen boy, son I never had, you must not do this, don’t you know how I have cared for you, lived for you, loved you despite all? Yes, loved you, better than Robert even, or Renly, for you were the one unloved, the one who needed me most.
Dreams are what we have.
A smuggler must know the tides and when to seize them.
A man comes to hear a name. One and two and then comes three. A man would have done.
In his smuggling days, Davos had often jested that he knew the waterfront at King’s Landing a deal better than the back of his hand, since he had not spent a good part of his life sneaking in and out of the back of his hand.
When the gods are silent, lords and kings will make themselves heard.