Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side?
Laughter is poison to fear.
We were talking about the prince,’ Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.
Be careful you don’t cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.”Girls don’t shave’, Arya said.’Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa’s legs?
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
Then give your words to Bran too.
That’s one way we differ, Jaime and I. He’s taller as well, you may have noticed.
Bran knew that men slept on top of women when they shared a bed. Sleeping under Lord Manderly would be like sleeping under a fallen horse, he imagined.
Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm….