Courage and folly are cousins, or so I’ve heard.
Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.
Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.
An awful lot of fantasy, and even some great fantasy, falls into the mistake of assuming that a good man will be a good king, that all that is necessary is to be a decent human being and when you're king everything will go swimmingly.
When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?