Mother, I want to see him fly!
What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought.
Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.
When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?
I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.
O medo corta mais profundamente do que as espadas.