the children


             The First Men named us children. The giants called us wok dak nag gran, the squirrel people, because we were small and quick and fond of trees, but we are no squirrels, no children. Our name in the True Tongue means those who sing the song of the earth. Before your Old Tongue was ever spoken, we had sun our songs  t e n  t h o u s a n d  y e a r s .


The Titan of Braavos. Old Nan had told them stories of the Titan back in Winterfell. He was a giant as tall as a mountain, and whenever Braavos stood in danger he would wake with fire in his eyes, his rocky limbs grinding and groaning as he waded out into the sea to smash the enemies. “The Braavosi feed him on the juicy pink flesh of little highborn girls,” Nan would end, and Sansa would give a stupid squeak. But Maester Luwin said the Titan was only a statue, and Old Nan’s stories were only stories. — AFFC


”’It’s not silver.’ Her fingers closed on it. ‘It’s Iron. Here.’ She pressed it into his hand, the small black iron coin that Jaqen H’ghar had given her, so worn the man whose head it bore had no features. It’s probably worthless, but..
The captain turned it over and blinked at it, then looked at her again. ‘This…how…?’
Jaqen said to say the words too. Arya crossed her arms against her chest. ‘Valar morghulus,’ she said, as loud as if she knew what it meant.
Valar dohaeris,’ he replied, touching his brow with two fingers. ‘Of course you shall have a cabin.’”

-Last Arya chapter in A Storm of Swords