The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.
When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.
Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?' Tyrion: 'Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine', the dwarf told him. 'I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.
O medo corta mais profundamente do que as espadas.
Dark wings, dark words.
That man said heโd take your head too.โ โWell, as to that,โ Yoren said, โif he can get it off my shoulders, heโs welcome to it.