Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and itโs always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.
George R. R. MartinIn Kingโs Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the piecesโฆ Every manโs a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." Petyr Baelish
George R. R. MartinAemonโs blind white eyes came open. โEgg?โ he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. โEgg, I dreamed that I was old.
George R. R. MartinThe distinction between literary and genre fiction is stupid and pernicious. It dates back to a feud between Robert Louis Stevenson and Henry James. James won, and it split literature into two streams. But it's a totally false dichotomy.
George R. R. MartinDeath, there will be death, aye. Your lordship lost a son at the Red Wedding. I lost four upon the Blackwater. And why? Because the Lannisters stole the throne. Go to Kingโs Landing and look on Tommen with your own eyes, if you doubt me. A blind man could see it. What does Stannis offer you? Vengeance. Vengeance for my sons and yours, for your husbands and your fathers and your brothers. Vengeance for your murdered lord, your murdered king, your butchered princes. Vengeance!
George R. R. MartinCatelyn had never liked this godswood. She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.
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