A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire #4)

by George R.R. Martin

“We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros.”

“Your breath is yours to waste, woman.” “It is,” she said, and left him.

“In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. Sometimes they refuse to make the moves you’ve planned for them. Mark that well, Alayne. It’s a lesson that Cersei Lannister still has yet to learn.