George RR Martin

The grey sheep have closed their eyes, but the mastiff sees the truth. Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, an age for gods and heroes.

A toad grows wings and thinks he's a bloody dragon.

The hottest fires burn out quickest.

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory.

The faithful dog is kicked, and no matter how the spider weaves, he is never loved.

She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.

Elsewhere is a big place.

“Have they told you who I am?”...

“Some dead man.”

It was one thing to slay a lion; it was another to hack his paw off and leave him bewildered.

Strangers are not so strange in a port as they are in little villages.

“Another name? Oh, certainly. And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I’ll say, ‘No, you have the wrong man, I’m a different dwarf with a hideous facial scar.’”

Both Lannisters laughed at the absurdity of it all.

“Who better to command the black cloaks than a man who once commanded the gold cloaks, sire?”

“Any of you, I would think. Even the cook.”