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Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.

"Ser Rodrik had you five-to-one."

"Aye, but he thought us friends. A common mistake."

Mercy, thought Theon as Luwin dropped back. There's a bloody trap. Too much and they call you weak, too little and you're monstrous ... His father thought only in terms of conquest, but what good was it to take a kingdom if you could not hold it? Force and fear could only carry you so far.

Children are a battle of a different sort ... A battle without banners or warhorns, but no less fierce ... As hard as birth can be, what comes after is even harder.

I will say, I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act.

Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

In formal battle, discipline is more important than courage.

Listen with your ears, not your mouth.

So many vows . . . they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It's too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other.

When I was smuggling, I learned that some men believe everything, and some nothing.

Tomorrow's trials concerned her more than yesterday's triumphs.

Whether they believe the story or not, they delight to tell it.