His wits were coming back to him, however slowly. That was good. His wits were all he had.
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
Yet even so the darkness thickened, until it covered his eyes and filled his nose and stopped his ears, so he could not see or smell or hear or run, and the grey cliffs were gone and the dead horse was gone and his brother was gone and all was black and still and black and cold and black and dead and black…
A brigand, a barber, a beggar, two orphans, and a boy whore. With such do we defend the realms of men.
The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
Courage and folly are cousins, or so I've heard.
Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he's copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.
Was there ever a war where only one side bled?
I am only a little lion, child, and I vow, I shall not savage you.
The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.
You little fool. Tears are not a woman's only weapon. You've got another one between your legs, and you'd best learn to use it. You'll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords.
A frightened man is a beaten man.
It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.
The wind cut like a knife up here, and shrilled in the night like a mother mourning her slain children.
Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.
Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.
We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.
I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward.
It's a fool boy who mocks a giant, and a mad world when a cripple has to defend him.
There are no men like me. There's only me.
For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear,...
What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.
I have climbed these steps so often I know each one by name.
The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.
A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face.
Lady, I have never been a hero, no Ryam Redwyne or Barristan the Bold. I've won no tourneys, no renown in war... but I was a knight once, and you have helped me remember what that meant. My life is a poor thing, but it is yours.
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