" He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can’t. Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?"

Sansa, your mother would want you to carry on. You know its true.


c’mon grab your friends

What is the worst pain? To me, it’s always the pain that is present.


Two swords

Killing a man at a wedding; horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing?

In all the world there were but three living dragons, and those were hers; they were a wonder, and a terror, and beyond price.