So be it. I'll wear my iron and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear.

He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. "A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Eat your heart out, Rowling. Maybe you have billions of dollars and my Hugo, but you don't have readers like these.

How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice,” Tyrion sighed to her. “How I have yearned to have that eunuch’s tongue pulled out with hot pincers,” Cersei replied.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?