“When I commented that you seemed a poor sort of monster, your sister said, ‘He killed my mother,’ and twisted your little… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Jaime," I said softly, "are you happy about it? About the baby?" Outlawed in Scotland, barred from his own home, and with… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Her name is Brienne," Jaime said. "Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?" Her broad homely face turned… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
Oh no, Nick" Jaime said in tones of supremely unconvincing shock, "how could you? When my back was turned for one momement.… — Sarah Rees Brennan Copy Share Image
“Jaime,' he said. 'You know your mother.' 'Right. I do. At least she’s consistent,' I said.” — Jason Myers Copy Share Image
