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

by George R.R. Martin

run back and tell him a kettle can’t be hurried.”

“Shut your hole, or I’ll shove a spit up your ass and well baste you for a turn or two. I said broth and I said now.”

“A pot of boiling piss, want some?”

She felt a little sad. Now she was just a mouse again.

I have flutists who will soothe your troubled soul with sweet music, and a small girl whose tongue will make you sigh and melt.”

Uhhhh?

Our little lives are no more than a flicker of a moth’s wing to them.

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

whose gown of pale silk had rotted on her body.

Her answer was a whisper as thin as a mouse’s whisker.…

If you die stupidly, I’m going to feed your body to the goats,”

And no more rapes! Keep your men in line, damn it.”

Period

“They’re sellswords, not septons,” said Bronn. “Next you’ll be telling me you want them sober.”

Ur a bum

If he’d offend the old gods, why should he spare the new?

Hallyne had the complexion of a mushroom, so it was hard to see how he could turn any paler, yet somehow he managed.

there had been a certain undeniable spice to fucking a common tavern wench in Lord Eddard Stark’s own bed.

and more stars than a man could ever count if he lived to be a hundred.

They found Squint floating facedown in the moat, his entrails drifting behind him like a nest of pale snakes.

“Lord Bolton, he used to say a naked man has few secrets, but a flayed man’s got none.”

It is better to be seen as cruel than foolish.

what good was it to take a kingdom if you could not hold it? Force and fear could carry you only so far.

You never see them, but they see you.

“They have a boggy stink,

His lips look like two worms fucking.

hard bread, and harder cheese,

These men were brothers too, though the bed they shared was stone and earth.

“The mountain is your mother,” Stonesnake had told him during an easier climb a few days past. “Cling to her, press your face up against her teats, and she won’t drop you.”

Suck on the mountain’s teat, he reminded himself.

It felt queer, picking a man to kill.

“I’m Jon Snow.” She flinched. “An evil name.”

Cats can smell blood six miles off. They’ll stay near the bodies till they’ve eaten every last stringy shred o’ meat, and cracked the bones for the marrow.”

My mother used to sing it to me. She was a woman too, Jon Snow. Like yours.”

Ur dumb

a bard’s truth is different than yours or mine.

“A steel kiss will keep her quiet.”

“Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.”

The Imp told the queen that Stannis had better train his horses to eat ash, since he would find no blade of grass.

“The little bird thinks she has wings, does she?

“You mean I scared you. And still do.”

“A dog doesn’t need courage to chase off rats.

“Your father lied. Killing is the sweetest thing there is.”

What do you think a knight is for, girl? You think it’s all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in gold plate? Knights are for killing.

all meat, and I’m the butcher.

“Only cowards fight with fire.”

“There are no true knights, no more than there are gods.

The knife plunged into her belly and tore and tore and tore, until there was nothing left of her down there but shiny wet ribbons.

Then she remembered the bedclothes. She rushed back to the bed and stared in horror at the dark red stain and the tale it told.

It was as if her own body had betrayed her to Joffrey, unfurling a banner of Lannister crimson for all the world to see.

A woman’s life is nine parts mess to one part magic,

Robert wanted smiles and cheers, always, so he went where he found them, to his friends and his whores.

Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?”

“I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,”