...his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake$$$ and the words were mocking
As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet$$$ her black hissed$$$ pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call$$$ translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air$$$ and for the first time in hundreds of years$$$ the night came alive with the music of dragons.
Slowly the shapes around her took on form. Huge empty eyes stared at her hungrily through the gloom$$$ and dimly she saw the jagged shadows of long teeth. She had lost the count. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and sent the fear away. When she looked again$$$ the monsters would be gone. Would never have been. She pretended that Syrio was beside her in the dark$$$ whispering in her ear. Calm as still water$$$ she told herself. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. She opened her eyes again. The monsters were still there$$$ but the fear was gone.
We are only human$$$ and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory$$$ and our great tragedy.
Love is the bane of honor$$$ the death of duty.
Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones$$$ and I'll sleep more easily by night.
They’re both bungholes who think they’re too noble to shit$$$
They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death$$$” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.
I swear to you$$$ sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.
Why is it that when one man builds a wall$$$ the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?