His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
George R.R. MartinMots clés a-song-of-ice-and-fire sansa the-hound
I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?
George R.R. MartinMots clés oaths a-song-of-ice-and-fire jaime-lannister
A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword
George R.R. MartinMots clés pride dunk hedge-knight
his snores sounded like ducks mating.
George R.R. MartinMots clés a-song-of-ice-and-fire storm-of-swords
What do we say to the Lord of Death?'
'Not today.
Mots clés defiance fear-of-death
What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men’s souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.
George R.R. MartinSpeak the name, and death will come. On the morrow, at the turn of the moon, a year from this day, it will come. A man does not fly like a bird, but one foot moves and then another and one day a man is there.
George R.R. MartinWords are wind.
George R.R. MartinDo the dead frighten you?
George R.R. MartinMots clés game-of-thrones prologue
Deixa-me lhe dar um conselho, bastardo - Disse Lannister - Nunca se esqueça de quem é, porque é certo que o mundo não lembrará. Faça disso sua força. Assim, não poderá ser nunca a sua fraqueza. Arme-se com esta lembrança, e ela nunca poderá ser usada para magoá-lo (…) Lembre-se disso, rapaz. Todos os anões serão bastardos, mas nem todos os bastardos precisam ser anões -(…) e, só por um momento, Tyrion Lannister ergueu-se alto como um rei.
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