Quotes About Harrenhal

If there were ghosts in Harrenhal, they never troubled her. It was the living men she feared.

On wings as black as pitch Balerion plunged through the night, and when the great towers of Harrenhal appeared beneath him, the dragon roared his fury and bathed them in black fire, shot through with swirls of red.

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

I am the ghost in Harrenhal.