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April 19 - May 28, 2025
Beyond its sky-tall man-cliffs the true world was calling, and he knew he must answer or die.
She was scarecrow thin, with hollow eyes and bloody feet.
Yet somehow it felt as though the world were holding its breath,
“Swearing don’t make it true,
“You get us some beer, pimple. Now!”
“You don’t know how strong I am.” “You don’t know how quick I am.”
“That’s no law, just a sword. Happens I got one too.”
Dobber stepped naked out of the bathhouse with his clothes in a bundle, saw what was happening, and dropped everything but his dagger. “Is it a fight?” he asked.
Aura
“Neither’s the one you get, less you want me to see if your apple’s ripe yet.
I was you, I’d let loose of that gutcutter, spread my cheeks over that fat little horse, and gallop on back to the city.”
“Except for you,” Arya pointed out. “That man said he’d take your head too.” “Well, as to that,” Yoren said, “if he can get it off my shoulders, he’s welcome to it.”
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
All in black, he was a shadow among shadows, dark of hair, long of face, grey of eye.
Desertion required its own sort of courage, and Sam had little enough of that.
The gods play cruel jests,
Sam’s chins quivered.
“There’s no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it.
The brother he’d played with, fought with, shared his first cup of wine with? But not mother’s milk, no.
Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.”
“Tarly, when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, beware of weasels.”
One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse.
Aegon the Unlikely, they called him, born the fourth son of a fourth son.
“A lord’s one thing, a king’s another.”
“They will garb your brother Robb in silks, satins, and velvets of a hundred different colors, while you live and die in black ringmail.
bronze and iron were the metals of winter, dark and strong to fight against the cold.
though a wiser man might have offered sweeter terms.” “Any sweeter and I would have gagged.”
Even terror has its purpose, Cat.
“And King Harren learned that thick walls and high towers are small use against dragons,”
The Lannisters of Casterly Rock were a damnably large and fertile house.
Janos Slynt was a butcher’s son, and he laughed like a man chopping meat.
He was built like a keg, and had a similar capacity.
Varys came gliding into the hall, wearing flowing lavender robes that matched his smell.
“The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling.
“In future, you will tell me what you know, Lord Varys. All of what you know.” The eunuch’s smile was sly. “That might take rather a long time, my good lord. I know quite a lot.”
“That piece of steel is the power of life and death.”
“Just so … yet if it is the swordsmen who rule us in truth, why do we pretend our kings hold the power? Why should a strong man with a sword ever obey a child king like Joffrey, or a wine-sodden oaf like his father?”
Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.”
ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.”
“What are you, Varys?” Tyrion found he truly wanted to know. “A spider, they say.”
<3
Dwarfs are a jape of the gods … but men make eunuchs. Who cut you, Varys?
“I thought that was your job.” Varys covered his mouth with his hand. “You are very cruel to say so.
LOL
“You are as wise as you are gentle, my lord.”
“Spare me the grisly details, my supper is sitting badly in my belly,”
“And if one of them kills you?” “He’ll be one you’ll want to hire.”
“There’s a hunter now. Lumpyface Lumpyhead Rabbitkiller.”
“You get out of our field now, and take these sneaks and stabbers with you, or we’ll stake you up in the corn to scare the other crows away.”
one fool tried to kill me in my sleep and got a red smile for his trouble.”
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.
for the night is dark and full of terrors.”
Davos Seaworth stank of fish and onions.
Stinky winky
