A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, #1)

by George R.R. Martin

“No,” Tyrion admitted, “not me. I seldom even dream of dragons anymore. There are no dragons.”

What strange fit of madness led you to tell the queen that you had learned the truth of Joffrey’s birth?” “The madness of mercy,” Ned admitted. “Ah,” said Varys. “To be sure. You are an honest and honorable man, Lord Eddard. Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life.” He glanced around the cell. “When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.”

Varys wounds me.

There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.

“You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.”