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October 26, 2022 - October 13, 2023
She is not truly beautiful, she thought, but something about her draws the eye.
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
“I am going to take you home one day, Missandei,” Dany promised.
“Mercy.” Needle slipped between his ribs and gave it to him.
Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold.
How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?
The women are the strong ones, truly.
My sword, my life, my honor, all belong to her … and to you, my heart’s delight. I swear, no man will steal your birthright whilst I still have the strength to lift a sword. I am yours. What would you have of me?”
“Speak to him a seventh time,” Cersei suggested pleasantly. “The number seven is sacred to our gods.” “It pleases Your Grace to make a jest, I see.” “When I make a jest I smile. Do you see me smiling? Do you hear laughter? I assure you, when I make a jest, men laugh.”
Gods cannot die, but girls can.
One of the Mountain’s men had tried to rape the girl at Harrenhal, and had seemed honestly perplexed when Jaime commanded Ilyn Payne to take his head off. “I had her before, a hunnerd times,” he kept saying as they forced him to his knees. “A hunnerd times, m’lord. We all had her.” When Ser Ilyn presented Pia with his head, she had smiled through her ruined teeth.
Boys are the cruelest creatures on the earth.
Go home, child. You have a home, which is more than many can say in these dark days. You have a noble father who must surely love you. Consider his grief if you should never return. Perhaps they will bring your sword and shield to him, after you have fallen. Perhaps he will even hang them in his hall and look on them with pride … but if you were to ask him, I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield.”
“Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak … but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you.