How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much enjoyed the company of the man that he became... but every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. Tywin was big even when he was little.” She gave a sigh. “Who will protect us now?”
Jaime kissed her cheek. “He left a son.”
“Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth.”
That was a queer remark. “Why should you fear?”
“Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.
Mots clés tyrion-lannister jaime-lannister tywin-lannister
It's just a stupid sword," she said, aloud this time...
... but it wasn't.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile.
Mots clés needle stark arya-stark sibling-s-love
I thought that I was the Warrior and Cersei was the Maid, but all the time she was the Stranger, hiding her true face from my gaze. "Pray for me, if you like," he told his cousin. "I forgotten all the words.
George R.R. MartinMots clés incest jaime-and-cersei the-things-i-do-for-love
I hate your stupid stories." The old woman smiled at him toothlessly.
"My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The stories are, before me and after me, before you too.
At sixteen, he was cursed with all the certainty of youth, unleavened by any trace of humor or self-doubt, and wed to the arrogance that came so naturally to those born blond and strong and handsome.
George R.R. MartinI loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair.
George R.R. MartinYou look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?"
"Yes"
"How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here.
True knights protect the weak.”
He snorted. “There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can’t protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different.”
Sansa backed away from him. “You’re awful.”
“I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful.
His wits were coming back to him, however slowly. That was good. His wits were all he had.
George R.R. MartinMots clés wits
Afficher la citation en allemand
Montrer la citation en français
Montrer la citation en italien
Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.
George R.R. MartinAfficher la citation en allemand
Montrer la citation en français
Montrer la citation en italien
« ; premier précédent
Page 40 de 148.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.