In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.

“My first rule of war, Cat-never give the enemy his wish”

“A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has …”

“The ruby at Melisandre's throat gleamed red. "It is not those foes who curse yo…”

“Give the wilding an axe, why not?" He pointed out Mormont's weapon, a short-haf…”