The song of steel on steel woke a hunger in Jon. It reminded him of simpler, warmer days, when he had been a boy at Winterfell matching blades with Robb under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrick Cassel. Ser Rodrik too had fallen, slain by Theon Turncloak and his ironmen as he’d tried to retake Winterfell. The great stronghold of House Stark was a scorched desolation. All my memories are poison. 

The song of steel on steel woke a hunger in Jon. It reminded him of simpler, warmer days, when he had been a boy at Winterfell matching blades with Robb under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrick Cassel. Ser Rodrik too had fallen, slain by Theon Turncloak and his ironmen as he’d tried to retake Winterfell. The great stronghold of House Stark was a scorched desolation. All my memories are poison. 


Bran closed his eyes and slipped free of his skin. Into the roots, he thought. Into the weirwood. Become the tree. For an instant he could see the cavern in its black mantle, could hear the river rushing by below. 
Then all at once he was back home again. […] “Winterfell,” Bran whispered.

Bran closed his eyes and slipped free of his skin. Into the roots, he thought. Into the weirwood. Become the tree. For an instant he could see the cavern in its black mantle, could hear the river rushing by below. 

Then all at once he was back home again. […] “Winterfell,” Bran whispered.


Be brave, she told herself. Be brave, like a lady in a song.

Be brave, she told herself. Be brave, like a lady in a song.

Cersei Lannister + Season 3

"Nobody cares what your father once told you."

Sansa Stark Appreciation Week - Day 1: Favorite Quote
  My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

Bran thought about it. ‘Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?’ ’That is the only time a man can be brave,’ his father told him.

“You might not recognize Arya this season.”
— Maisie Williams, very clearly hinting that they’ll change actresses for the faceless scenes in season 5 [x] —

part one [inspired by x]

She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.

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