“He held out his cup. As Rykker filled it for him, Bower Marsh said, "You have a great thirst for a small… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Oh, I think not,” Varys said, swirling the wine in his cup. “Power is a curious thing, my lord. Perchance you have… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“A shadow on the wall,” Varys murmured, “yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Power resides where men believe it resides. A very small man can cast a very large shadow.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Varys smiled. “Here, then. Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.” “So power is a mummer’s trick?”… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Say that with a sword in your hand, Frey," the small man snarled. "Or do you only fight with smears of shit” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Neither's the one you get, less you want me to see if your apple's ripe, yet. - Yoren” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“It is my look they will flinch from now, my frown that they must fear.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Everything Syrio Forel had ever taught her vanished in a heartbeat. In that instant of sudden terror, the only lesson Arya could remember was… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Megga couldn’t sing, but she was mad to be kissed. She and Alla played a kissing game sometimes, she confessed, but it wasn’t the… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. Some are thin and weak, others long and dark.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“The shy girl she had known at Riverrun had grown into a woman who was by turns proud, fearful, cruel, dreamy, reckless, timid, stubborn,… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“He won the war on the battlefield and lost it in a bedchamber, poor fool.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“On the morning after battle the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike. How much can a crown be worth when a crow… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
