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.

Let him grow taller,she asked the gods.Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.

I like grey characters; fantasy for too long has been focused on very stereotypical heroes and villains.

I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey. (Sansa) No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves. (Tyrion) Lions, she whispered without thinking.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer.