Outlaws or poachers, makes no matter. Dead men make poor company.
The truth is in our bones, for flesh decays and bone endures.
When you accept a lord’s meat and mead, all you do reflects on him. Always do more than he expects of you, never less. Never flinch at any task or hardship. And above all, never shame the lord you serve.
A reader lives a thousand lives.
Pride ill becomes a beggar, ser.
Strength to your arm, then.
The gods have no mercy. That’s why they’re gods.
It is good to know there are some true knights still.
Trust would get you killed.
What good is this, i ask you? He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
In the deep sands a man must hoard his water.
She even smells like sin, like some exotic lotus.
I am sorry for your loss.” “I had a new hand made, of gold.” He showed her. “Very nice. Will they make you a gold father too?” Lady Genna’s voice was sharp. “Tywin was the loss I meant.
As he strode across the strand, a drowned man returning from a call of nature stumbled into him in the darkness. “Damphair,” he murmured. Aeron laid a hand upon his head, blessed him, and moved on. The ground rose beneath his feet, gently at first, then more steeply. When he felt scrub grass between his toes, he knew that he had left the strand behind. Slowly he climbed, listening to the waves. The sea is never weary. I must be as tireless.
Get five or six,” Bast said. “It’s getting cold at night. Winter’s coming.” The innkeeper smiled. “I’m sure Martin will be flattered.
A sworn sworn owes his liege our service and obedience, but this is madness.
Misery loves company, as someone unbearably trite said once.
Sometimes the knights are the monsters, Bran.
He is a sweet boy, quick to laugh, easy to love.
Aren’t you afraid? The gods might send you down to some terrible hell for all the evil you’ve done.” “What evil?” He laughed. “What gods?