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

by George R.R. Martin

The ones who look the most suspicious are likely innocent, he decided. It’s the ones who look innocent I need to beware.

She had ebon skin and sandalwood eyes.

“Let us not get into the habit of names. Names are dangerous.”

“Titles can be as dangerous as names,”

“My people hold that there is no shame to be found in the pillow house. In the Summer Isles, those who are skilled at giving pleasure are greatly esteemed. Many highborn youths and maidens serve for a few years after their flowerings, to honor the gods.”

“If I could pray with my cock, I’d be much more religious.”

“Little birds fly through many a dark tunnel.

It is one thing to deceive a king, and quite another to hide from the cricket in the rushes and the little bird in the chimney.

“Their mothers were copper and honey, chestnut and butter, yet the babes were all black as ravens … and as ill-omened, it would seem. So when Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen slid out between your sister’s thighs, each as golden as the sun, the truth was not hard to glimpse.”

“Lord Varys,” he said from the saddle, “sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King’s Landing, and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy.” “How odd. I think quite the same of you.”

Long before the first pale fingers of light pried apart Bran’s shutters,

“Why, no prince is ever late,” the Lord of White Harbor responded amiably. “Those who arrive before him have come early, that’s all.”

he looked as if he outweighed most horses.

he told me that no Bolton would be questioned by a woman.

Her legs were all sinew, her breasts flat as two empty purses.

“A prince should lie better than that.”

A crow had once taken Mors for dead and pecked out his eye, so he wore a chunk of dragonglass in its stead.

Aura

She would never tell Bran why his gaunt brother Hother was called Whoresbane.

Something about Tyrion’s mismatched green-and-black eyes made men squirm; knowing that, he made good use of them.

“Ah,” the old man muttered into his plums.

Pycelle’s spotted hand was clutching at his beard the way a drowning man clutches for a rope. It made Tyrion’s heart glad.

“There are a hundred whorehouses in this city where a clipped copper will buy me all the cunt I want,”

“Shagga’s more like to eat the maid and marry the goose,”

“A lordling down from the Trident, says your father’s men burned his keep, raped his wife, and killed all his peasants.” “I believe they call that war.”

Last night a baker was roasted in his own oven. The mob claimed he charged too much for bread.”

A master juggler was Petyr Baelish.

“Searching is not finding.”

“There’s the roach in your pudding, Lannister.

“Is that a crow I hear, calling the raven black?

“Is a secret still a secret if everyone knows it?”

They said he had raped the princess with her son’s blood and brains still on his hands.

“My father would be the first to tell you that fifty thousand Dornishmen are worth one rabid dog.”

A sweet offer … yet sweets can be poisoned.

Varys smiled his slimiest smile.

If it is some trap, better that I die than let them hurt me more,

My life is a poor thing, but it is yours.”

The stones have ears in the Red Keep, and only here may we talk freely.”

all scowls and jowls.

“Paint stripes on a toad, he does not become a tiger.”

“Why do you let people call you a dog? You won’t let anyone call you a knight.” “I like dogs better than knights.

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

if it could die, they’d killed it.

“They would have burned the lake if they could have,”

Part of her wanted to be a swan. The other part wanted to eat one.

She had broken her fast on some acorn paste and a handful of bugs.

“If the crows eat it, I bet we could.”

“A bad thief,” Arya said, “or he wouldn’t have got caught.”

you always go off in the woods to make your water.

“What if the wolves come?” “Yield,” Arya suggested.

LOL

but they’re nothing to be scared of, just remember fear cuts deeper than swords.