“I want none of your thanks, Kingslayer. I swore an oath to bring you safe to King’s Landing.”
“And you actually mean to keep it?” Jaime give her his brightest smile. “Now there’s a wonder.”
George R. R. Martin: A Storm of Swords – Jaime (I)
“I want none of your thanks, Kingslayer. I swore an oath to bring you safe to King’s Landing.”
“And you actually mean to keep it?” Jaime give her his brightest smile. “Now there’s a wonder.”
George R. R. Martin: A Storm of Swords – Jaime (I)
They never blow three. Not for hundreds and thousands of years. Three means─”
“─ Others.”
George R. R. Martin: A Storm of Swords – Prologue
The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones.
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Bran (VII)
“As shy as maid on her wedding night,” the big ranger said in a soft voice, “and near as fair. Sometimes a man forgets how pretty a fire can be.”
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Jon (VIII)
He turned over the glass, and did not know whether he ought to laughed or cry. The gash was long and crooked, starting a hair under his left eye and ending on the right side of his jaw.
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Tyrion (IX)
“Ramsay.” There was a smile on his plump lips, but none in those pale pale eyes. “Snow, my wife called me before she ate her fingers, but I say Bolton.” His smile curdled.
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Theon (VI)
“You were there, you heard. Joff put me aside, he’s done with me, he’s…”
He took her hand. “Oh, Jonquil, my poor Jonquil, you do not understand. Done with you? They’ve scarcely begun.”
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Sansa (VIII)
The heel of her right foot was bloody where she’d skinned it, so she stood one-legged before the heart tree and raised her sword in salute. “Valar morghulis,” she told the old gods of the north. She liked how the words sounded when she said them.
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Arya (IX)
“Vhagar,” Daenerys told him. “Meraxes. And Balerion. Paint the names on their hulls in golden letters three feet high, Arstan. I want every man who sees them to know the dragons are returned.”
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Daenerys (V)
It was Renly, it was Renly, it was Renly! Oh! The banners, darling Sansa! Oh! To be a knight!”
George R. R. Martin: A Clash of Kings – Sansa (VII)