A Game of Thrones: A Song of Ice and Fire

“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords

My mother told me that dead men sing no songs,

A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

There are things to be learned even from the dead.

The eastern sky was rose and gold as the sun broke over the Vale of Arryn

My mind is my weapon.

How big a fool do you take me for?”

“Well, quite an enormous one, actually,”

eply. His long heavy braid was coiled in the dirt beside him.

She was a young filly, spirited and splendid