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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.

Before he had lost his sight, the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

No promise was as solemn as one sworn to the dead.

The truth is in our bones, for flesh decays and bone endures.

She is brave as well. She had to be, to survive the life she's lived.

If this was power, why did it taste like tedium?

Silence is a prince's friend. Words are like arrows ... once loosed, you cannot call them back.

Lord Seaworth is a man of humble birth, but he reminded me of my duty, when all I could think of was my rights. I had the cart before the horse, Davos said. I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.

Sometimes the short road is not the safest ... Sorcery is a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it.

"What's the use of a candle that casts no light?”

“It is a lesson,” Armen said, the last lesson we must learn before we don our maester’s chains. The glass candle is meant to represent truth and learning, rare and beautiful and fragile things. It is made in the shape of a candle to remind us that a maester must cast light wherever he serves, and it is sharp to remind us that knowledge can be dangerous. Wise men may grow arrogant in their wisdom, but a maester must always remain humble. The glass candle reminds us of that as well. Even after he has said his vow and donned his chain and gone forth to serve, a maester will think back on the darkness of his vigil and remember how nothing that he did could make the candle burn...for even with knowledge, some things are not possible."

Girl or boy, we fight our battles ... but the gods let us choose our weapons

When the lion falls the lesser beasts move in.