Ser Alliser Thorne was the only man at table who did not so much as crack a smile. “Lannister mocks us.” “Only you, Ser Alliser,” Tyrion said. This time the laughter round the table had a nervous, uncertain quality to it.
The trap had teeth.
Tyrion seated himself and took a sip of wine. “If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow at him. I have seen dead men with more humor than your Ser Alliser.
You will never find the eye with your fingers, Bran. You must search with your heart.
Our honor means no more than our lives, so long as the realm is safe.
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.
I don’t know you. I can’t know you. You don’t even know yourself, see? And me, do you know me? No. Even less. You know what I tell you, and I tell you the truth, but maybe not all. And you read my feelings, my surface feelings – the pain of a stubbed toe, a quick flash of annoyance, the pleasure I get when you’re in me. Does that mean you know me? What of my levels, and levels? What about the things I don’t even know myself? Do you know them? How, Robb, how?
Men are such faithless creatures.
The septons were always going on about how the Father Above judges us all. If the Father would be so good as to topple over and crush Joff like a dung beetle, I might even believe it.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
A true knight is cleanly as well as godly,” the old man always said, insisting that they wash themselves head to heels every time the moon turned, whether they smelled sour or not.
We had never built, never created, only stolen your garments and lived in your cities and fed ourselves on your life, your vitality, your very blood – but we could create, given a chance, we had it within us to whisper stories of cities of our own. The red thirst has been a curse, has made my race and yours enemies, has robbed my people of all noble aspirations.
A man like Tywin Lannister comes but only once in a thousand years.
Once a horse is broken to the saddle, any man can mount him”, he said in a soft voice... “Once a beast’s been joined to a man, any skinchanger can slip inside of him and ride him.
Mia moglie? Che gli Estranei se la portino alla dannazione!
Red Rahloo means nothing here. You will only make the old gods angry. They are watching from their island.
Ruins can be rebuilt.
It’s not a career for anyone who needs or values security. It’s a career for gamblers. Every time you write a book you roll the dice again.
Nor I. There was a time that I would have given my right hand to wield a sword like that. Now it appears I have, so the blade is wasted on me. Take it.” Before she could think to refuse, he went on. “A sword so fine must bear a name. It would please me if you would call this one Oathkeeper. One more thing. The blade comes with a price.
In the cool weak light the nightflames all had died, and the silent streets echoed death and desolation. Worlorn’s day. Yet it was twilight.