All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing—but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.

...Ned always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade, though he never took any joy in the duty. But I would, oh, yes.

Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.

Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.

I am the blood of the dragon. Do not presume to teach me lessons.

I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.

Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.