“Jaime," Brienne whispered, so faintly he thought he was dreaming it. "Jaime, what are you doing?" "Dying," he whispered back. "No," she… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“The world was simpler in those days, Jaime thought, and men as well as swords were made of finer steel.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Who in seven hells is this one?” “The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,” Jaime returned with cold courtesy. “I might ask the… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
