To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.
George R.R. MartinStichwörter: a-clash-of-kings
There were other things to tend to first. There were other debts to pay.
George R.R. MartinStichwörter: jaime-lannister
Boys believe nothing can harm them, his doubt whispered. Grown men know better.
George R.R. MartinControl your generosity when dealing with a chronic borrower.
George R.R. MartinStichwörter: phillip-riback
She was scarcely a year older than I was, dark-haired, slender, with a face that would break your heart. It certainly broke mine. Lowborn, half-starved, unwashed... Yet lovely. They'd torn the rags she was wearing half off her back, so I wrapped her in my cloak while Jaime chase the men into the woods. By the time he came trotting back, I'd gotten a name out of her, and a story. She was a crofter's child, orphaned when her father died of fever, on her way to... Well, nowhere, really.
The girl was too frightened to send her off by herself, though, so I offered to take her to the closest inn and feed her while my brother rode back to the Rock for help.
She was hungrier than I would have believed. We finished two whole chickens and part of a third, and drank a flagon of wine, talking. I was only thirteen, and the wine went to my head, I fear. The next thing I knew, I was sharing her bed. If she was shy, I was shyer. I'll never know where I found the courage. When I broke her maidenhead, she wept, but afterward she kissed me and sang her little song, and by morning I was in love.
Stichwörter: a-song-of-ice-and-fire tyrion-lannister a-game-of-thrones winter-is-coming
No one will be alive by the last book. In fact, they all die in the fifth. The sixth book will be just a thousand-page description of snow blowing across the graves ...
George R.R. MartinStichwörter: song-of-ice-and-fire character-deaths
By then Ser Gregor Clegane was in position at the head of the lists. He was huge, the biggest man that Eddard Stark had ever seen. Robert Baratheon and his brothers were all big men, as was the Hound, and back at Winterfell there was a simpleminded stableboy named Hodor who dwarfed them all, but the knight they called the Mountain That Rides would have towered over Hodor. He was well over seven feet tall, closer to eight, with massive shoulders and arms thick as the trunks of small trees. His destrier seemed a pony in between his armored legs, and the lance he carried looked as small as a broom handl
George R.R. MartinStichwörter: winterfell hodor
It was all too much. For a moment Eddard Stark wanted nothing so much as to return to Winterfell, to the clean simplicity of the north, where the enemies were winter and the wildlings beyond the Wall. “Surely Robert has other loyal friends,” he protested. “His brothers, his—”
“—wife?” Varys finished, with a smile that cut. “His brothers hate the Lannisters, true enough, but hating the queen and loving the king are not quite the same thing, are they? Ser Barristan loves his honor, Grand Maester Pycelle loves his office, and Littlefinger loves Littlefinger.
Stichwörter: lord-varys ned-stark eddard-stark
Once a man has seen a dragon in flight, let him stay at home and tend his garden in content, for this wide world has no greater wonder.
George R.R. MartinEl pueblo llano, cuando reza, pide lluvia, hijos sanos y un verano que no acabe jamás -replicó Ser Jorah-. No les importa que los grandes señores jueguen a su juego de tronos, mientras a ellos los dejen en paz. Pero nunca los dejan en paz.
George R.R. MartinStichwörter: fiction-vs-reality
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