A crisp roast chicken would set the world aright.
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
Silence is a prince’s friend.
It is hard to look a hero when mounted on a pig.
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.
Not that I’m complaining. It was better than my old dream, where Harma Dogshead was feeding me to her pigs.”
“Harma’s dead.” Jon said.
“But not the pigs. They look at me the way Slayer used to look at ham. Not to say that the wildlings mean us harm. Aye, we hacked their gods apart and made them burn the pieces, but we gave them onion soup. What’s a god compared to a nice bowl of onion soup? I could do with mine myself.
Why won’t they let me be? I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
Never speak of defeat before battle.
So now you are a woman. Do you have the least idea of what that means?
It means that I am now fit to be wedded and bedded (…) and to bear children for the king.