George R.R. Martin

dragonlords of ancient lineage.

The man with the torch pushed at something. Arya heard a deep rumbling. A huge slab of rock, red in the torchlight, slid down out of the ceiling with a resounding crash that almost made her cry out. Where the entry to the well had been was nothing but stone, solid and unbroken. “If he does not bestir himself soon, it may be too late,” the stout man in the steel cap said

anointed with the seven oils and named in the rainbow of light that filled the sept of Riverrun. She

know you, perchance?” Arya shook her head miserably. She had heard her mother speak of Ser Brynden Blackfish, but if she had ever met him herself it had been when she was too little to remember. “Small chance the Blackfish will pay good coin for a girl he doesn’t know,” said Tom. “Those Tullys are a sour, suspicious lot, he’s like to think we’re selling him false goods.” “We’ll convince him,” Lem Lemoncloak insisted. “ She will, or Harwin. Riverrun is closest. I say we take her there, get the gold,

Catelyn had no love for swords, but she could not deny that Ice had its own beauty. It had been forged in Valyria, before the Doom had come to the old Freehold, when the ironsmiths had worked their metal with spells as well as hammers. Four hundred years old it was, and as sharp as the day it was forged. The name it bore was older still, a legacy from the age of heroes, when the Starks were Kings in the North.

“Gifts I give my friends, freely

— Они ненавидят меня, потому что я лучше их.

— Нет, они ненавидят тебя потому, что ты ведёшь себя так, как будто считаешь себя лучше их.

Трудные вещи становятся еще труднее, если их откладывать.

На обручах из тяжелого старого золота были вырезаны руны Первых Людей. Тормунд никогда не снимал их, и они казались столь же неотъемлемой его частью, как борода. – Браавосцы расплавят их в тигле. Возьми назад. – Ну уж нет. Чтобы Тормунд Громовой Кулак вытряс из вольного народа все его золото, а свое оставил себе? Но кольцо с члена не отдам, шиш. Оно куда больше этих побрякушек, тебе на шею в самый раз будет.

Если ни с кем не делиться своими планами, никто вас и не предаст.