“She remembered a tale she had heard from Old Nan, about how sometimes during a long winter men who'd lived beyond their years would announce that they were going hunting. And their daughters would weep and their sons would turn their faces to the fire, she could hear Old Nan saying, but no one would stop them, or ask what… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share
“Less reliable tales also reached his ears, of a dwarf witch who haunted a hill in the riverlands, and a dwarf whore… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“I had read fiction, and myths, and looked at pictures on the backs of movies that couldn’t be played anymore. But in… — 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
“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 same as kissing a man, much less a king. Sansa wondered what Megga would think about kissing the Hound, as she had. He’d come to her the night of the battle stinking of wine and blood.… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share
“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
