//=time() ?>
“Lyanna was beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.”
Ned to Arya Stark
Ghost was curled up asleep beside the door, but he lifted his head at the sound of Jon’s boots. The direwolf’s red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword. “Look. It’s you.”
Jon
"Are we going home? I want my horse. And I want applecakes and butter and honey, and shaggy. Are we going where Shaggydog is?"
Rickon Stark
“Rhaegar…Rhaegar won, damn him. I killed him, Ned. I drove the spike right through that black armor into his black heart, and he died at my feet. They made up songs about it. Yet somehow he still won. He has Lyanna now, and I have her.” The king drained his cup.
Robert
“Know the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.”
Eddard Stark
"Fill your lungs with water, that you may die and be reborn. It does no good to fight."
Aeron Greyjoy
"I dreamed of this man called Reek. Bran and Rickon lay dead at his feet, and he was skinning off your faces with a long red blade."
Jojen
Viserion flapped at her and tried to perch on her shoulder, as he had when he was smaller. “No,” Dany said, trying to shrug him off gently. “You’re too big for that now, sweetling.” But the dragon coiled his white and gold tail around her, clinging tightly.
Dany