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.
No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.
Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.
There is no shame in loving.
Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?' Tyrion: 'Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine', the dwarf told him. 'I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.
My brother is undoubtedly arrogant," Tyrion Lannister replied. "My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you?
Then Royce's parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young Lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It seemed red as fire where they touched the snow.
" she cried out. She would have a fresh bruise there by the time she went to sleep, somewhere out at sea. she told herself, Syrio stepped back. "You are dead now." Arya made a face. "You cheated," she said hotly. "You said left and you went right." "...
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. That’s...
Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?' 'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.
Fear cuts deeper than swords.
