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July 5, 2015
“The things I do for love,” he said with loathing. He gave Bran a shove.
Bran's fall
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
Tyrion's wisdom
“He’s not going to die,” Robb said. “I know it.” “You Starks are hard to kill,” Jon agreed.
“First lesson,” Jon said. “Stick them with the pointy end.”
“Needle!”
the arakhs were out, long razor-sharp blades, half sword and half scythe.
You know the one I mean, your bastard’s mother?” “Her name was Wylla,” Ned replied with cool courtesy,
Jon Snow's mother
My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind … and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
Tyrion's wisdom
Lion’s Tooth,”
Joffrey's sword
Petyr had been a small boy, and he had grown into a small man, an inch or two shorter than Catelyn, slender and quick, with the sharp features she remembered and the same laughing grey-green eyes. He had a little pointed chin beard now, and threads of silver in his dark hair, though he was still shy of thirty. They went well with the silver mockingbird that fastened his cloak. Even as a child, he had always loved his silver.
Petyr Baelish
“How often must I tell you no, Jon? We’ll speak when I return.”
They said it was Donal Noye who’d forged King Robert’s warhammer, the one that crushed the life from Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident.
their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”
Tyrion's wisdom
“The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends,” Ser Jorah told her. “It is no matter to them if the
high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.” He gave a shrug. “They never are.”
Hodor’s real name was Walder.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
The seed is strong,
“We’re not friends,” Jon said. He put a hand on Sam’s broad shoulder. “We’re brothers.”
The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, With Descriptions of Many High Lords and Noble Ladies and Their Children, by Grand Maester Malleon.
In the end it came down to four; the Hound and his monstrous brother Gregor, Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer, and Ser Loras Tyrell, the youth they called the Knight of Flowers.
“You are the king,” Ned reminded him. “I sit on the damn iron seat when I must. Does that mean I don’t have the same hungers as other men? A bit of wine now and again, a girl squealing in bed, the feel of a horse between my legs? Seven hells, Ned, I want to hit someone.”
Some said it had been Gregor who’d dashed the skull of the infant prince Aegon Targaryen against a wall, and whispered that afterward he had raped the mother, the Dornish princess Elia, before
putting her to the sword. These things were not said in Gregor’s hearing.
Thoros of Myr, a madman who shaved his head and fought with a flaming sword. He had won melees before; the fire sword frightened the mounts of the other riders, and nothing frightened Thoros.
“The tears of Lys, they call it. A rare and costly thing, clear and sweet as water, and it leaves no trace.
“And you are truly a fool, Lady Stark. Littlefinger has never loved anyone but Littlefinger, and I promise you that it is not your hand that he boasts of, it’s those ripe breasts of yours, and that sweet mouth, and the heat between your legs.”
Calm as still water,
Quick as a snake.
Smooth as summer silk.
Swift as ...
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Slippery as an eel.
Quiet as a shadow,
Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine.
A water dancer sees with all her senses,
Fear cuts deeper than swords.
“When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it,”
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
Stone was a bastard’s name in the Vale, as Snow was in the north, and Flowers in Highgarden; in each of the Seven Kingdoms, custom had fashioned a surname for children born with no names of their own.
“I named her Barra,” she said as the child nursed. “She looks so like him, does she not, milord? She has his nose, and his hair …” “She does.” Eddard Stark had touched the baby’s fine, dark hair.
Robert's bastard
His brother never untied a knot when he could slash it in two with his sword.
I demand trial by combat.”
“I’ll stand for the dwarf,” Bronn called out.
“Wear it in silence, or I’ll honor you again,”
“I am sick unto death of talk. On the morrow I’m going to the kingswood to hunt. Whatever you have to say can wait until I return.”
“Your silver is ours. Your horses are ours. Your hauberk and your battleaxe and the knife at your belt, those are ours too. You have nothing to give us but your lives. How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?” “In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden’s mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty,” he replied.
The Iron Throne was full of traps for the unwary. The songs said it had taken a thousand blades to make it, heated white-hot in the furnace breath of Balerion the Black Dread. The hammering had taken fifty-nine days. The end of it was this hunched black beast made of razor edges and barbs and ribbons of sharp metal; a chair that could kill a man, and had, if the stories could be believed.
The Iron Throne
The seed is strong,
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon.
