The little shards of sleep that they allowed her turned into razors, slicing at her wits. Auteur: George R.R. Martin Copy Quote More from George R.R. Martin “It is one thing to deceive a king, and quite another to hide from the cricket i…” “Then you do not belong here. Death holds no sweetness in this house. We are not…” “Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.” “Minél többet élt, Tyrion annál inkább ráébredt, hogy semmi sem egyszerű, és kev…”