“More wine?” Tyrion asked him. “I should not object,” Lord Janos said, holding out his cup. He was built like a keg, and had a similar capacity.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“He is going to die, Tyrion realized. He felt curiously calm, though pandemonium raged all about him. They were pounding Joff on the back again, but his face was only growing darker. Dogs were barking, children were wailing, men were… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
