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November 26, 2023
If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned.
My mind is my weapon. 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.”
“None of us is ever ready,” he said. “For knighthood?” “For death.”
never untied a knot when he could slash it in two with his sword.
The king eats, Robert had said, and the Hand takes the shit. How he had laughed. Yet he had gotten it wrong. The king dies, Ned Stark thought, and the Hand is buried.
why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?
first pale fingers of light
I’m all that stands between them and chaos.”
“There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say.
“The dragon has three heads.”
mother of dragons … child of three
three treasons will you know … once for blood and once for gold and once for love
Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.”
the white who has no voice.
“I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open,
When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone.