I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.

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

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

Unfortunately in television, for whatever reason, fantasy became thought of as a kids' genre.