Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.

If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?" - Qyburn

Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back. - Areo Hotah

Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.

The city?" Tyrion was lost. "What city would that be?" "King's Landing. I am sending you to court." It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister would ever have anticipated. He reached for his wine, considered for a moment as he sipped. "And what am I to do there?" "Rule," his father said curtly.

Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.

Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.