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"Knights die in battle," Catelyn reminded her. (...) "As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them."

I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

"(...) Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less."
"So power is a mummer's trick?"
"A shadow on the wall," Varys murmured, "yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow."

Ursen said: "If he had sounded his horn …"

I'm served by fools.

"Try and imagine it was you up there, Ursen. It's dark and cold. You have been walking sentry for hours, looking forward to the end of your watch. Then you hear a noise, and you move forward to the gate, and suddenly you see eyes at the top of the stair, glowing green and gold in the torchlight. Two shadows come rushing toward you, faster than you can believe. You catch a glimpse of teeth, start to level your spear, and they slam into you and open your belly, tearing through leather as if it was cheese cloth."

He gave Ursen a hard shove.

"And now, you're down on your back. Your guts are spilling out, and one of them has his teeth round your neck."

Theon grabbed the man's scrawny throat, tightening his fingers, and smiled.

"Tell me. At what moment, during all of this, do you stop to blow your fucking horn?"