"How is it that you did not wed?" Jaime asked him.
"Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was a sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost chocked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me." Connington glanced into the pit. "The bear was less hairy than that freak, I'll----"
Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning.
"You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne."
Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. "Brienne. If it please my lord." He spat a glob of blood on Jaime's foot. "Brienne the Beauty."
-A Feast For Crows
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Aemond:*Walking into a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.
*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*
Aegon:*Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.
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"To go north, you must journey south, to reach the west you must go east. To go forward you must go back and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow."
—Quaithe to Daenerys
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Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.
George R. R. Martin.
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First Lady by bayyardwu
Alayne could not help herself. She smiled and said, “My father is always pleased to be of service to one of Lord Robert’s leal bannermen. I’m sure he would be most delighted to help broker a marriage for you as well, Ser Lyn.”
“How kind of him.” Corbray’s lips drew back in something that might have been meant as a smile, though it gave Alayne a chill. “But what need have I for heirs when I am landless and like to remain so, thanks to our Lord Protector? No. Tell your lord father I need none of his brood mares.”
The venom in his voice was so thick that for a moment she almost forgot that Lyn Corbray was actually her father’s catspaw, bought and paid for. Or was he? Perhaps, instead of being Petyr’s man pretending to be Petyr’s foe, he was actually his foe pretending to be his man pretending to be his foe. Just thinking about it was enough to make her head spin.
Alayne I, The Winds of Winter
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“I have lived a thousand lives and I've loved a thousand loves. I've walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time. Because I read.” — George R.R. Martin.
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My favorite quote from ASOIAF
"A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes, cut them out and give them to your next outrider. Tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two... and if not, the man after him will have six"
- Gregor 'The Mountain' Clegane
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"Ser Jaime?" Even in spikes pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. "I am grateful, but.....you were well away. Why come back?"
A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.
-A Storm Of Swords
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Aegon: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Aemond: I'm a knife.
Y/n, from across the room: They're the little spoon.
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“Jon. The thought of Jon filled him will an immeasurable sense of regret. If only he could see the boy again. Talk to him. Explain things.”
-Eddard Stark, AGOT
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