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asoiaf meme [¼] quotes

Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

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every chapter of asoiaf - Catelyn I, A Game Of Thrones

Catelyn took her husband’s hand. “There was greivous news today, my lord. I did not wish to trouble you until you had cleansed yourself.” There was no way to soften the blow, so she tolm him straight. “I am so sorry, my love. Jon Arryn is dead.”
His eyes found hers, and she could see how hard it took him, as she had known it would. In his youth, Ned had fostered at the Eyrie, and the childless Lord Arryn had become a second father to him and his fellow ward, Robert Baratheon. When the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen had demanded their heads, the Lord of the Eyrie had raised his moon-and-falcon banners in revolt rather than give up those he had pledged to protect.
And one day fifteen years ago, this second father had become a brother as well, as he and Ned stood together in the sept at Riverrun to wed two sisters, the daughters of Lord Hoster Tully.

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Lady Stoneheart lowered her hood and unwound the grey wool scarf from her face. Her hair was dry and brittle, white as bone. Her brow was mottled green and grey, spotted with the brown blooms of decay. The flesh of her face clung in ragged strips from her eyes down to her jaw. Some of the rips were crusted with dried blood, but others gaped open to reveal the skull beneath. Her face, Brienne thought. Her face was so strong and handsome, her skin so smooth and soft. “Lady Catelyn?” Tears filled her eyes. “They said… they said that you were dead.”    

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When winter comes…

  • You’ll hear no lions roar…
  • No stags grazing the fields…
  • No roses growing in the meadows…
  • No snakes in the sand…
  • The sun will cease to warm the land…
  • The krakens will freeze where they swim…
  • The flayed men will rot and wither…
  • No trouts swimming in the river and no falcons flying in the air…
  • Not even the dragons’ breath will warm you in your halls…

And the “Others” will turn man to wight…
Brace yourselves… Winter is coming.

And only the wolves will howl in the long night…

The Great Tourney at Harrendal. Love and relationships were all over the place… no wonder it came to war ^^

And yes, Brandon loves himself best.

NB: why does my art gets 3k likes and reblogs when it’s posted by someone else? XD Not fair! But well I’m glad people like it ^^

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If you had to fall into a woman’s arms, my son, why couldn’t they have been Margaery Tyrell’s? The wealth and power of Highgarden could have made all the difference in the fighting yet to come. And perhaps Grey Wind would have liked the smell of her as well. –Catelyn II, ASoS