"Mother of dragons, child of storm… three fires must you light… one for life and one for death and one to love… three mounts must you ride… one to bed and one to dread and one to love… three treasons will you know… once for blood and once for gold and once for love…"
"Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”
"And suddenly he lurched to the left, staggering into the rail. Wood split, and Ser Mandon Moore vanished with a shout and a splash. An instant later, the hulls came slamming together again, so hard the deck seemed to jump. Then someone was kneeling over him. ‘Jaime?’ he croaked, almost choking on the blood that filled his mouth. Who else would save him, if not his brother?
‘Be still, my lord, you’re hurt bad.' A boy's voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod.”