There will be more, and worse. These creatures have no sweeter joy in life than jeering at their betters. She could not silence them, so she must pretend she did not hear them. She would not see them either. She would keep her eyes on Aegon’s High Hill across the city, on the towers of the Red Keep shimmering in the light […] And the little rose as well, I do not doubt. I have sinned and must atone, must parade my shame before the eyes of every beggar in the in the city. They think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. A Dance with Dragons (x)
Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean.
"it’s just a sword" she said, aloud this time…
…but it wasn’t.
I remember seeing Flash Gordon when I was a little kid, and to be in whatever that palace was that seemed to be elevated into the sky, living amongst the clouds, that would be really really cool. I wouldn’t put myself in Westeros because it’s just a little bit too dangerous. I would like something easy going and tropical. So if you can think of a fantasy world that has a beach and margaritas, really really good weather, write some fantasy fiction around that and I’d gladly move there.— Pedro Pascal
"Blue was the color of royalty in Khal Drogo’s khalasar. It was the color of the expensive dye which they adorned themselves with, more so on special occasions such as Drogo’s wedding. […] Thus, while in Season 3 Daenerys no longer wears a Dothraki-style "cut" to her outfit, she switched to blue colors as a symbol of her authority as a Khaleesi and in memory of Drogo."
LotR + Blades
…If anything befell you, I would go mad, Robb. You are all I have left.
What do you want, Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess: the key of Orthanc, or perhaps the key of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards!
The sun was gone, and the sky was full of stars. So many. She leaned her back against a fluted pillar and wondered if her brother was looking at the same stars tonight, wherever he might be. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria’s star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her, those are ten thousand ships. She burned as bright as any man, and so shall I. You will not rob me of my birthright!