El amor es un veneno. Un veneno dulce, sí, pero un veneno que mata.
George R.R. MartinIf the lamb sees the knife, she panics. Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.
George R.R. MartinIf only you could take that final step, you'd see farther than ll the rest. You'd be alone with nothing but blue sky above you.
George R.R. MartinO 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 gotosos, e murmurou "Fogo e sangue.
Mots clés justice dragons vengeance fire-and-blood
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, não você. Certa vez, eu disse isso na cara de seu pai, e ele não falou comigo durante meio ano. Os homens são uns tremendos idiotas. Até aqueles que aparecem uma vez a cada mil anos.
George R.R. MartinMots clés family
There are no shadows in the dark.
George R.R. MartinVengeane, Justice. Fire and Blood
George R.R. MartinI want to live forever in a land where summer lasts a thousand years. I want a castle in the clouds where I can look down over the world. I want to be six-and-twenty again. When I was six-and-twenty I could fight all day and fuck all night. What men want does not matter.
Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned's little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue.
Beyond the Wall the monsters live, the giants and the ghouls, the stalking shadows and the dead that walk, but they cannot pass so long as the Wall stands strong and the men of the Night’s Watch are true. So go to sleep Brandon, my baby boy, and dream sweet dreams. There are no monsters here.
George R.R. MartinI am a hollow shell, the crab's died, there's nothing left inside. Don't they know that?
George R.R. MartinMots clés a-storm-of-swords davos-seaworth a-song-if-ice-and-fire davos
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