If it's softer than the ground and has a roof over it, I call it a bed. Dolorous Edd sniffed the air. I smell dung.
George R.R. MartinIt was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.
George R.R. MartinI am become a sour woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
George R.R. MartinBronn himself, who’d only smiled that insolent dark smile of his and afterward said, “They’ll kill for that knighthood, but don’t ever think they’ll die for it.”
Tyrion had no such delusion.
I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.
George R.R. MartinMots clés revenge
Foolish woman, will holding it secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good.
George R.R. MartinThe brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
George R.R. MartinMots clés shadow
Yours was the hand that threw him. You meant for him to die.”
His chains chinked softly. “I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.
Mots clés confession
The Lord of Casterly Rock made such an impressive figure that it was a shock when his destrier dropped a load of dung right at the base of the throne.
George R.R. MartinThe Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.
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