A Song of Ice and Fire, 5-Book Boxed Set: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, A Dance with Dragons (Song of Ice & Fire 1-5)

by George R.R. Martin

Tyrion Lannister, the youngest of Lord Tywin’s brood and by far the ugliest.

He was a dwarf, half his brother’s height,

head was too large for...

brute’s squashed-in face beneath a swollen...

One green eye and one black one peered out from under a lank fall of hair so...

“Daeren Targaryen was only fourteen when he conquered Dorne,” Jon said. The Young Dragon was one of his heroes.

“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”

and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.

“Perhaps not,” Catelyn said, “but Brandon is dead, and the cup has passed, and you must drink from it, like it or not.”

They whispered of Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, deadliest of the seven knights of Aerys’s Kingsguard,

And they told how afterward Ned had carried Ser Arthur’s sword back to the beautiful young sister who awaited him in a castle called Starfall on the shores of the Summer Sea.

“He is my blood, and that is all you need to know.

Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so.

When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. “Arya has the hands of a blacksmith.”

Arya had named her after the warrior queen of the Rhoyne, who had led her people across the narrow sea.

Dance of the Dragons.

The greatest living knight was Ser Barristan Selmy, Barristan the Bold, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Hodor the stableboy who smiled so much and took care of his pony and never said anything but “Hodor,”

Winterfell was a grey stone labyrinth of walls and towers and courtyards and tunnels spreading out in all directions.

older parts of the castle, the halls slanted up and down so that you couldn’t even be sure what floor you were on.

he filled his pockets with corn before he climbed up there and the crows ate it right out of his hand.

Stannis would be enough to give anyone indigestion.”

“The things I do for love,”

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”

“King’s Landing is a true city, a thousand times the size of Winterfell.

“… don’t … tell … Sansa!”

“Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?”

It was the only time that Vhaghar, Meraxes, and Balerion were all unleashed at once. The singers called it the Field of Fire.

a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” Tyrion

Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son.

There are no dragons.”

Jon Snow. The boy stood near the fire, his face still and hard, looking deep into the flames. Tyrion Lannister smiled sadly and went to bed.

“There is no limit to Lannister pride or Lannister ambition,” Catelyn said.

“Do I frighten you so much?” He did, and had since she had first laid eyes on the ruin that fire had made of his face, though it seemed to her now that he was not half so terrifying as the other.

Visenya’s hill was crowned by the Great Sept of Baelor with its seven crystal towers.

Across the city on the hill of Rhaenys stood the blackened walls of the Dragonpit, its huge dome collapsing into ruin, its bronze doors closed now for a century.

The Street of the Sisters ran between them, strai...

keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.”

“Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.”

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

“It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong,

“It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.” He

Thousands and thousands of years ago, Brandon the Builder had raised Winterfell, and some said the Wall.

Nan would talk to him as if he were her Brandon,

that all the Brandon Starks had become one person in her head.

Rickon was running across the yard toward the gatehouse, the wolves following him, but the tower faced the wrong way for Bran to see what was happening.

Bran told her that, and confessed that Hodor’s real name was Walder. No one knew where “Hodor” had come from, she said, but when he started saying it, they started calling him by it. It was the only word he had.

set Bran in the high seat of the Starks, where the Lords of Winterfell had sat since the days when they called themselves the Kings in the North.

his useless legs dangling. The great seat made him feel half a baby.