It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our steads.

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

I'm honest. It's the world that's awful.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.

Cersei Lannister: I shall wear this as a badge of honor. Robert Barathon: Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again.

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

Dark wings, dark words.