When Jaime opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the stump of his sword hand. ‘The hand that made me Kingslayer.’ The goat had robbed him of his glory and his shame, both at once. ‘Leaving what? Who am I now?’
-Jaime V, A Storm Of Swords
#ASongOfIceAndFire 🎨darcydash
“Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, & it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, & the sun is always shining.”
-Catelyn II, A Clash Of Kings
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“Silence is a prince’s friend,” the captain had heard him tell his daughter once. “Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.”
-The Captain of Guards, A Feast For Crows #ASongOfIceAndFire 🎨BorjaPindado
“I ride to Winterfell alone, unless…” Jon paused. “…is there any man here who will come stand with me?”
The roar was all he could have hoped for, the tumult so loud that two shields tumbled from the walls. I have my swords, thought Jon Snow, & we are coming for you, Bastard.
“Your father is called ‘the Mad King’ in Westeros. Has no one ever told you?”
“Viserys did.” The Mad King. “The Usurper called him that, the Usurper and his dogs.” The Mad King. “It was a lie.”
“Why ask for truth,” Ser Barristan said softly, “if you close your ears to it?”
“If your Drowned God did not smite me for killing three brothers, why should he bestir himself for the fourth?”
He sheathed his dagger. “No, I’ll not kill you tonight. A holy man with holy blood. I may have need of that that blood … later. For now, you are condemned to live.”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
The sound went on and on and on, until it seemed it would never die. “Three,” he squeaked to Chett, “that was three, I heard three. They never blow three. Not for hundreds and thousands of years. Three means—”
“—Others.”
“Lord Wyman is not the only man who lost kin at your Red Wedding, Frey. Flints, Cerwyns, Tallharts, Slates … all had men with the Young Wolf.”
“House Ryswell too.”
“Even Dustins out of Barrowton.” Lady Dustin parted her lips in a thin, feral smile. “The north remembers, Frey.”
“Lord Baelish, I am a Stark of Winterfell. My son lies crippled, perhaps dying. He would be dead, and Catelyn with him, but for a wolf pup we found in the snow. If you truly believe I could forget that, you are as big a fool now as when you took up sword against my brother.”
A blaze of banners flew above them. The wind was whipping them too wildly for Jon to see the sigils, but he glimpsed a seahorse, a field of birds, a ring of flowers. And yellow, so much yellow, yellow banners with a red device, whose arms were those?
-Jon X, A Storm Of Swords
Every once in a very long while, Lord Tywin Lannister would actually threaten to smile; he never did, but the threat alone was terrible to behold.
#ASongOfIceAndFire 🎨zano
The words gave her a chill, as always. The Stark words. Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor & glory, promised loyalty & truth, swore faith & courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words.
Swollen breasts hung heavy against her chest, and her belly bulged as if near to bursting. “Gods preserve us,” he whispered, and heard her answering laugh, deep and throaty.
-Davos II, A Clash Of Kings #ASongOfIceAndFire 🎨LaurenKCannon
There was no answer but a soft rustling. And then a light bloomed amidst the darkness.
Davos raised a hand to shield his eyes, & his breath caught in his throat. Melisandre had thrown back her cowl & shrugged out of the smothering robe. Beneath, she was naked, & huge with child.