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but he never hurt her.
and now he’s handed them over to the Dothraki. I should have had them both killed years ago, when it was easy to get at them, but Jon was as bad as you. More fool I, I listened to him.”
His sword helped taint the throne you sit on, Ned thought,
Troubled sleep was no stranger to him. He had lived his lies for fourteen years, yet they still haunted him at night.
Jaime wore the white cloak of the Kingsguard over his golden armor. I can see him still.
It felt as though they were watching me, somehow.
Jaime laughed and got up.
It’s not a very comfortable seat, I’m afraid.’
Ned could say or do would change that. He belonged in Winterfell.
Bran.
A man could not always be where ...
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Tyrion Lannister knew the maps as well as anyone,
the map was one thing and the land quite another.
go off by himself to read.
Dragonbone bows are greatly prized by the Dothraki, and small wonder. An archer so armed can outrange any wooden bow.
It was the only time that Vhaghar, Meraxes, and Balerion were all unleashed at once. The singers called it the Field of Fire.
I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer.
My mind is my weapon.
I have my mind … and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
“I can’t leave him, even for a moment, not when any moment could be his last.
“It’s a mercy,” he said. “He’s dead already.”
It was Bran’s wolf, she realized.
“One of the king’s men, then,” she said, “or one of the Lannisters’.
“If you are to rule in the north, you must think these things through, Robb. Answer your own question. Why would anyone want to kill a sleeping child?”
“Someone is afraid Bran might wake up,” Robb said, “afraid of what he might say or do, afraid of something he knows.”
“So long as Lord Eddard is away, my son is the master of Winterfell,” she told him.
dragonbone.
We must have proof, or forever keep silent.”
There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.”
Arya had a way of ruining everything. You never knew what she would do.
Arya would make friends with anybody.
Why couldn’t Arya be sweet and delicate and kind, like Princess Myrcella? She would have liked a sister like that.
“If the wicked do not fear the King’s Justice, you have put the wrong man in the office.”
Sansa finally found her words. “Then surely you have chosen the right one, Your Grace,” she said, and a gale of laughter erupted all around her.
It was the butcher’s boy, Mycah, his body covered in dried blood.
I told you, the answer is flying,
Every flight begins with a fall,
He could see everything so clearly that for a moment he forgot to be afraid.
One shadow was dark as ash, with the terrible face of a hound. Another was armored like the sun, golden and beautiful. Over them both loomed a giant in armor made of stone, but when he opened his visor, there was nothing inside but darkness and thick black blood.
Now you know,
Now you know why you must live.