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āThe wolf blood.ā Arya remembered now. āIāll be as strong as Robb. I said I would.ā She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought it down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth. ā A Clash of Kings
THE SECOND DANCE OF DRAGONS: Theyāre coming. They were dancing. In my dream. And everywhere the dragons danced the people died. (Arianne I, TWOW)
If I gave her Jon Arrynās true killer, she might think more kindly of me.ā That made Littlefinger sit up. āTrue killer? I confess, you make me curious. Who do you propose?
Tyrion IV, A Clash of Kings
#i confess #he actually said this #dudeās got balls (via sparemestannis)
Itās either Littlefinger bold as brass, or GRRM doing one of his obvious in hindsight things⦠or both, both is good.
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You have five trueborn children,ā Jon said.Ā āThree sons, two daughters. The Direwolf is the sigil of you House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.ā
āAn albino,ā Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. āThis one will die even faster than the others.ā Jon Snow gave his fatherās ward a long, chilling look. āI think not, Greyjoy,ā he said. āThis one belongs to me.ā
Direwolfweek - Day Seven: Anything youād like
āThe hand was wrought of gold, very lifelike, with inlaid nails of mother-of-pearl, its fingers and thumb half closed so as to slip around a gobletās stem. I cannot fight, but I can drink, Jaime reflected as the lad was tightening the straps that bound it to his stump. āMen shall name you Goldenhand from this day forth, my lord,ā the armorer had assured him the first time heād fitted it onto Jaimeās wrist. He was wrong. I shall be the Kingslayer till I die.ā
āA Feast for Crows
āSwift 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.ā
āTime is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak.ā
Jojen Reed, Branās preeminent teacher, asks Bran if heās fond of reading, and says the words, āA reader lives a thousand lives before he diesā¦. The man who never reads lives only oneā and āwhen singers die they become part of godhoodā (DwD35 Bran 3: 452). Jojen teaches Bran to open his eyes and learn how to unlock and read the world, even though he may never read it in the same fashion himself. In this moment, George R.R. Martin has opened up the world of Westeros and Essos, their mythologies and people and magic, as a metaphor about reading and storytelling themselves. Perhaps the biggest āpunch lineā in his series is that the squabbles of summer, the games of thrones, the clashes of kings, the storms of swords, are all distractions from the immanent and inļ¬nitely ignored threat of the white walkers, who threaten to storm the wall and destroy the worldāi.e., the threat of total environmental apocalypse, personiļ¬ed in the very spirit of eternal winter. The only reason the audience has such perspective and can get a sense of the necessary priorities is through a kind of warging or greensight, which is the multiple and simultaneous POV character model furnished by the booksā structure. The reader may skin- change into Arya, into Tyrion, into Bran, even into the bodies of wolves, ravens and trees, seeing the land over space and time and across the networks of relationships, cause, effect, farce and foibles, love and hate, heat and cold, dark and light. The act of reading is to see through the eyes of human time across temporal and spatial boundaries, to warg into others and discover the multiplicity of the world through its many layers, and discover alternative ways of being
T.A. Leederman in āA Thousand Westerosi Plateausā (via dialecticsoficeandfire)
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Sleep did not come easily that night. Tangled in her blankets, she twisted this way and that in the cold dark room, but whichever way she turned, she saw the faces. They have no eyes, but they can see me. She saw her fatherās face upon the wall. Beside him hung her lady mother, and below them her three brothers all in a row.
Jon fell to his knees. He found the daggerās hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. āGhost,ā he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the coldā¦
Lady Stoneheart lowered her hood and unwound the grey wool scarf from her face. Her hair was dry and brittle, white as bone. Her brow was mottled green and grey, spotted with the brown blooms of decay. The flesh of her face clung in ragged strips from her eyes down to her jaw. Some of the rips were crusted with dried blood, but others gaped open to reveal the skull beneath. Her face, Brienne thought. Her face was so strong and handsome, her skin so smooth and soft. āLady Catelyn?ā Tears filled her eyes. āThey said⦠they said that you were dead.ā Ā Ā Ā
Men canāt own the land no moreān they can own the sea or the sky. Ā
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āWould you prefer to dress in silk and velvet? There was a time when you were fond of such, I do recall.ā āNo,ā he insisted, shrilly. āNo, I only want these clothes. Reekās clothes. Iām Reek, it rhymes with peek.ā His heart was beating like a drum, and his voice rose to a frightened squeak. āI donāt want a bath. Please, mālord, donāt take my clothes.ā āWill you let us wash them, at least?ā āNo. No, mālord. Please.ā ā³ A Dance with Dragons / A Song of Ice and Fire