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Renly laughed. “Look across the fields, brother. Can you see all those banners?”

“Do you think a few bolts of cloth will make you king?”

“Tyrell swords will make me king.”

-Catelyn III, A Clash Of Kings
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I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.

-The Griffin Reborn, ADWD
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Robb was everywhere; riding head of the van with the Greatjon, scouting with Grey Wind, racing back to the rearguard. Men said proudly that the Young Wolf was the 1st to rise & the last to sleep, but Catelyn wondered if he slept at all. He grows as lean & hungry as his direwolf.

Ser Arys Oakheart gave her one last longing look, then charged.

He rode headlong for the poleboat, his white cloak streaming behind him. Arianne Martell had never seen anything half so gallant, or half so stupid. “Noooo,” she shrieked, but she had found her tongue too late.

Halfway along the route, a wailing woman forced her way between two watchmen and ran out into the street in front of the king and his companions, holding the corpse of her dead baby above her head. It was blue and swollen, grotesque, but the real horror was the mother’s eyes.

“Now give me something for the pain and let me die.” Hurriedly Grand Maester Pycelle mixed him milk of the poppy. This time the king drank deeply. “Will I dream?”

Ned gave him his answer. “You will, my lord.”

“Good,” he said, smiling. “I will give Lyanna your love, Ned.”

Nymeria nipped eagerly at her hand as Arya untied her. She had yellow eyes. When they caught the sunlight, they gleamed like two gold coins. Arya had named her after the warrior queen of the Rhoyne, who had led her people across the narrow sea.

-Arya I, AGOT #ASOIAF 🎨kallielef

“Aerion the Monstrous? The Prince Who Thought He Was a Dragon?”

“He named himself Aerion Brightflame. One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse.”

The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son.

-Tyrion II, AGOT #ASongOfIceAndFire
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“Any man Grey Wind mislikes is a man I do not want close to you. These wolves are more than wolves, Robb. You must know that. I think perhaps the gods sent them to us. Your father’s gods, the old gods of the north.”

-Catelyn II, A Storm Of Swords
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