“You’ve seen our numbers, Edmure. You’ve seen the ladders, the towers, the trebuchets, the rams. If I speak the command, my coz will bridge your moat and break your gate. Hundreds will die, most of them your own. Your former bannermen will make up the first wave of attackers, so you’ll start your day by killing the fathers and brothers of men who died for you at the Twins. The second wave will be Freys, I have no lack of those. My westermen will follow when your archers are short of arrows and your knights so weary they can hardly lift their blades. When the castle falls, all those inside will be put to the sword. Your herds will be butchered, your godswood will be felled, your keeps and towers will burn. I’ll pull your walls down, and divert the Tumblestone over the ruins. By the time I’m done no man will ever know that a castle once stood here. Your wife may whelp before that. You’ll want your child, I expect. I’ll send him to you when he’s born. With a trebuchet.”—Jaime Lannister, A Feast for Crows
““That prancing fool? What do you want with him, cunt? If it’s a fuck you need, I’m more a man than Massey.”
Cunt again? It was odd how men like Suggs used that word to demean women when it was the only part of a woman they valued.”—
George R.R. Martin - A Dance with Dragons
I love this quote, the last sentence is so very true.
“And who are you, the proud lord said,
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.”—George R.R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire
NCW: I had one … interesting incident with Dungeons & Dragons. I was with a bunch of friends. So, unbeknownst to me, they’d been baking some cakes, and that was my first introduction as to what hash is. I was just running around this forest thinking I was in a role-playing game. Actually, I didn’t think I was role-playing — I thought I really was a warrior elf or whatever it was. But I never played D&D again. Maybe if we go to season two, I should get some cakes.
my mom loves me, she’s getting me first edition first printing signed ASOIAF books and signed limited edition slipcovers of the entire series too (even though those aren’t out yet, she knows a guy) <3 fucking amazing.
Just needed to throw that out there. I don’t know many people who hate the Lannisters. Individual ones I could see that. Hating a whole family collectively is reserved for Freys.
Well cersei’s a cunt, but I don’t see the entire family getting hated… Lancel’s a tool, but both Kevan and Tywin are hyper-competent badasses, no matter how monstrous Tywin is, Jaime is the reason King’s Landing isn’t smoke and flame, Tyrion is fucking Tyrion, Joffrey’s not really a problem any more, and Tommen and Myrcella are both relatively harmless so far. Besides that I just think Jaime’s a badass.
“I’m not giving up gambling,” Mat muttered. “Or drinking.”
“So I believe you’ve told me,” Talmanes said. “Three or four times so far. I half believe that if I were to peek into your tent at night, I’d find you mumbling it in your sleep. ‘I’m going to keep bloody gambling! Bloody, bloody gambling and drinking! Where’s my bloody drink? Anyone want to gamble for it?’”—The Gathering Storm by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson (via bahnree)