A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, #3)

by George R.R. Martin

Should you ever have a son, Sansa, beat him frequently so he learns to mind you.

Oh!

“I CALLED FOR A KNIGHT, BUT YOU’RE A BEAR! A BEAR! A BEAR! ALL BLACK AND BROWN AND COVERED WITH HAIR!”

Anthem !

He was tired of being disregarded by this huge ugly cow of a woman.

Brutal

Or perhaps your moon’s blood was on you. Never give a wench a sword when she’s bleeding.”

Bruh shut up

hard and horny and black.

Oh

“The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them,”

real

He has larger breasts than I do, Dany reflected.

Lol

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him.

“Because they’re different,” he insisted. “Like night and day, or ice and fire.”

“Remember Old Nan’s stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.”

Davos suspected that he fed the rats;

Me af

They will leave her a cripple too, but inside, where it does not show.

but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei,

“Woman?” She chuckled. “Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.” Dany met his stare.

Pop off girl

Dany laughed, and rolled him back and forth until he roared, his tail lashing like a whip.

Cute

Ned had big blue eyes, so dark that they looked almost purple. And his hair was a pale blond, more ash than honey.

Arya was lost. “Who’s Wylla?” “Jon Snow’s mother. He never told you? She’s served us for years and years. Since before I was born.”

“My lady?” Ned looked embarrassed. “I’m Edric Dayne, the … the Lord of Starfall.”

Jon house Dayne?

“Your lord father never spoke of her?” he said. “The Lady Ashara Dayne, of Starfall?”

He looked at her uncomfortably. “My aunt Allyria says Lady Ashara and your father fell in love at Harrenhal—”

In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight.

“Her name’s Brienne.” Jaime descended the steps, past a dozen startled sellswords.

YASSS

“Her name is Brienne,” Jaime said. “Brienne, the maid of Tarth.

Is this my punishment for opposing him about Jon Snow? Or for being a woman, and worse, a mother?

all, for all.” His mouth moved in and out. “We’ll have music, such sweet music, and wine, heh, the red will run, and we’ll put some wrongs aright.

Oh no

No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair.

“We would braid your hair and hang a bell in it, Strong Belwas,” said Jhiqui, “but you have no hair to braid.” “Strong Belwas needs no tinkly bells.”

Aura

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

was born. I lived. I am guilty of being a dwarf, I confess it.

And speaking of such, best tuck yours away, brother. It looks rather sad and small, hanging from your breeches like that.”

Ooft

One reached Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared.

Stannis my goat