In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman's perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition.
Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.
He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.
The day my father came to claim me, my mother did not wish for me to go. ‘She is a girl,' she said, ‘and I do not think that she is yours. I had a thousand other men.' He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across ...
Some men because they're afraid to .
This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood." "Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?" "How else? Though not till I'm done reading.
O que é o desejo do nosso coração?" "A vingança," a voz dele era baixa, como se tivesse receio de que alguém estivesse ouvindo. "A justiça," Príncipe Doran pressionou o dragão de ônix contra a palma da mão dela com seus dedos inchados e got...
Jaime," ela disse, puxando-lhe a orelha "querido, eu o conheço desde que era um bebê no colo de Joanna. Sorri como Gerion e luta como Tyg, e há um pouco de Kevan em você, caso contrário não usaria esse manto... Mas o filho de Tywin é Tyrion, n...
A crisp roast chicken would set the world aright.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.
All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What ma...
Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.
History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.
An ugly smile. An ugly soul.
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow.
