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October 12, 2023 - July 17, 2024
Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see.
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.
This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the gods who lived here had no names.
All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
Ned would sooner entrust a child to a pit viper than to Lord Tywin, but he left his doubts unspoken.
hahha so unserious
“So the slaver has become a spy,” Ned said with distaste. He handed the letter back. “I would rather he become a corpse.”
sassy man apocalypse
“Don’t help me, then. I’ll sit right here until you leave.” Jon Snow stroked Ghost’s thick white fur, smiling now. “Ask me nicely.”
devoured
“I’ll break the other one for you if you ask nicely.”
jon having this level of sass at the ripe age of 14 is insaneeee lmao
“Maybe we’ll break you,” one of the rapers said. “Try.” Jon reached back for his sword, but one of them grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. “You make us look bad,” complained Toad. “You looked bad before I ever met you,” Jon told him.
LMAOOOO he is relentless
Tyrion Lannister was bundled in furs so thickly he looked like a very small bear.
Let them see that 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.”
awh stop i love their dynamic
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
my babies
When dawn broke over the city, the dark red blooms of dragon’s breath surrounded the girls where they lay.
But he will never run beside his wolf again, he thought with a sadness too deep for words, or lie with a woman, or hold his own son in his arms.
She needed no wine. She was drunk on the magic of the night, giddy with glamour, swept away by beauties she had dreamt of all her life and never dared hope to know.
The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who’s been burned knows what hell is truly like.
Ned had slept badly last night and he felt tired beyond his years. “None of us is ever ready,” he said. “For knighthood?” “For death.”
ouch
The Lannister appetite for offices and honors seemed to know no bounds.
You are truly an evil man, Lannister.” “And you are truly a fool, Lady Stark.
“Why here?” Cersei Lannister asked as she stood over him. “So the gods can see.”
Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil.
“The night of our wedding feast, the first time we shared a bed, he called me by your sister’s name. He was on top of me, in me, stinking of wine, and he whispered Lyanna.” Ned Stark thought of pale blue roses, and for a moment he wanted to weep. “I do not know which of you I pity most.” The queen seemed amused by that. “Save your pity for yourself, Lord Stark. I want none of it.”
She put her hand on his good leg, just above the knee. “A true man does what he will, not what he must.” Her fingers brushed lightly against his thigh, the gentlest of promises.
im appreciating these descriptions that the show lacks
Be kind to me, Ned. I swear to you, you shall never regret it.” “Did you make the same offer to Jon Arryn?”
clocked her
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
EEEEEEK i love title drops
I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself as she took the stallion’s heart in both hands, lifted it to her mouth, and plunged her teeth into the tough, stringy flesh.
Viserys smiled and lowered his sword. That was the saddest thing, the thing that tore at her afterward … the way he smiled.
“Even the truest knight cannot protect a king against himself,”
“Sometimes the gods are merciful.” “The Lannisters are not.”
The gods of the sept had nothing to do with him; the blood of the First Men flowed in the veins of the Starks.
Supported by Littlefinger, Ned Stark slowly limped and hopped toward the boy who called himself king.
Cersei smiled to see her, and Sansa thought it was the sweetest and saddest smile she had ever seen.
“Why else should you have come to me and told me of your father’s plan to send you away from us, if not for love?”
this just reminded me how much i dislike sansa
Her gallant prince would never hurt her father, no matter what he might have done.
if only she knew
Jon thought, I was a ranger for one day, at least. Whatever may come, they cannot take that away from me.
“The gods be with you, Snow,” he called out. Something’s wrong, Jon thought. Something’s very wrong.
How could they think his father was a traitor, had they all gone mad? Lord Eddard Stark would never dishonor himself … would he?
i will forever love the starks
Whatever your father has done, or hasn’t done, he is a great lord. He must be allowed to take the black and join us here.
if only
She had gone south, and only her bones had returned.
“You are the lord in Winterfell now,” Robb told him.
“Well, Mother will be home soon. And I’ll bring back Father, I promise.”
oh wow
They would never cheer for him that way, he realized with a dull ache. He might be the lord in Winterfell while his brother and father were gone, but he was still Bran the Broken. He could not even get off his own horse, except to fall.
Viserys had promised her a thousand times that he would take her back one day, but he was dead now and his promises had died with him.
With Viserys gone, Daenerys was the last, the very last. She was the seed of kings and conquerors, and so too the child inside her. She must not forget.
I will rape their women, take their children as slaves, and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak to bow down beneath the Mother of Mountains.
oh.
My son is leading a host to war, she thought, still only half believing it. She was desperately afraid for him, and for Winterfell, yet she could not deny feeling a certain pride as well. A year ago he had been a boy. What was he now? she wondered.
The lords fell silent one by one, and Robb looked up at the sudden quiet and saw her. “Mother?” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
hes just a boy
