I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair.

“Amit szeretünk, mindig elpusztít bennünket, fiam.”

“¿Tan lejos anda la locura de la sabiduría?”

“A shadow on the wall,” Varys murmured, “yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a ve…”

“You are the blood of the dragon. You can make a hat.”