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But prominent families, often forget a simple truth, I've found. Knowledge is power.

George R.R. Martin

Mercy, thought Theon as Luwin dropped back. There's a bloody trap. Too much and they call you weak, too little and you're monstrous.

his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking

Why, that is why the gods made whores for imps like me.

Never wound a foe when you can kill him. Dead men don't claim vengeance.

Some men had faces that cried out for a beard. Ser Clayton's face cried out for an axe between the eyes.

Is that a crow I hear, calling the raven black?

Only a fool would ever claim she was more beautiful than I. The world was full of fools, however.

I know a song about him. But I thought he lived a hundred years ago. We all did. Once I was as young as you.

Barefoot surefoot lightfoot, she sang under her breath. I am the ghost in Harrenhal.

That is a sexist and, if I may dare say so, ungallant slander upon the fair sex, and I am astonished to hear it coming from your mouth.

I used to think that it got cold up in the Dornish Marches. What did I know?" Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.

Which king?" "All of them. The true and the false alike. If they would claim the realm, let them defend it.

Maybe it's the rogue in me, the part of me that loves to color outside the lines, but the truth is, I don't have much respect for genre barriers.

Stannis Baratheon turned away from the window, and the ghosts who moved upon the southern sea.

You are mad," the godswife said hoarsely. "Is it so far from madness to wisdom?" Dany asked.

Tell him he should be pleased. As many times as I've fucked you, you're likely with child. It's not every man who has the honor of raising a king's bastard." She looked at him stupidly, so he left her there.

He has hands like two white spiders.

My queen? You have a strange look in your eyes. Are you unwell? I was just... remembering.

the fine stitching and well-carded wool of his supposedly unobtrusive cloak making him stand out like blood on a wedding dress.

Woman?" She chuckled. "Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took your for a man.

Misery loves company, as someone unbearably trite said once.

She saw a roof go up, flames licking at the belly of the night with hot orange tongues as the thatch caught.