A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire, #2)

by George R.R. Martin

“Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He’ll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he’s copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.”

Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.” “So power is a mummer’s trick?” “A shadow on the wall,” Varys murmured, “yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.” Tyrion smiled. “Lord Varys, I am growing strangely fond of you. I may kill you yet, but I think I’d feel sad about it.”

A hound will die for you, but never lie to you.

Dany had no wish to reduce King’s Landing to a blackened ruin full of unquiet ghosts.

“He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.”

“Hodor hodor hodor hodor hodor HODOR!”