I bet this is a brothel," she whispered to Gendry. "You don't even know what a brothel is." "I do so," she insisted. "It's like an inn, with girls.

The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish" - Tyrion Lannister

I like dogs better than knights. A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he'll look you straight in the face. He cupped her under the jaw, raising her chin, his fingers pinchingher painfully. And that's more than little birds can do, isn't it? I never got my song.

Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.

The eunuch had looked death in the face, so near he might have kissed her on the lips.

I've always preferred writing about grey characters and human characters. Whether they are giants or elves or dwarves, or whatever they are, they're still human, and the human heart is still in conflict with the self.

He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.