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[JonCon's Red Beard]

Recorrió toda la sala a lomos de su corcel de batalla y desmontó ante el Trono de Hierro. Sansa jamás había visto una armadura semejante, toda de acero rojo bruñido, con incrustaciones de oro en forma de volutas. Los ristres tenían forma de soles, los ojos del león rugiente que le coronaba el casco eran rubíes, y en cada hombro un broche en forma de leona sujetaba una capa de hilo de oro tan larga y pesada que cubría los cuartos traseros de su montura. Hasta la armadura del caballo estaba chapada en oro, con petral de brillante seda escarlata en la que se veía el león de los Lannister.

El señor de Roca Casterly resultaba tan impresionante que fue todo un sobresalto cuando su caballo soltó un cagajón justo al pie del trono. Joffrey tuvo que dar un rodeo cuando bajó para abrazar a su abuelo y proclamarlo Salvador de la Ciudad. Sansa se tapó la boca para ocultar una risita nerviosa.

Sansa, Choque de Reyes.

Next... Feast. (A Brienne chapter, if possible. because I want you to suffer... mahahahaha)

[HexMachina]

When she finally drifted back to sleep, she dreamed about the men she’d killed. They danced around her, mocking her, pinching at her as she slashed at them with her sword. She cut them all to bloody ribbons, yet still they swarmed around her…Shagwell, Timeon, and Pyg, aye, but Randyll Tarly too, and Vargo Hoat, and Red Ronnet Connington. Ronnet had a rose between his fingers. When he held it out to her, she cut his hand off.

She woke sweating, and spent the rest of the night huddled under her cloak, listening to rain pound against the deck over her head. It was a wild night. From time to time she heard the sound of distant thunder, and thought of the Braavosi ship that had sailed upon the evening tide. - Brienne V, a Feast for Crows

(ETA: Yes, I chose a passage where a Griffin is mutilated. Muahahaha)

Next: A Dance with Dragons

[honeyed chicken]

Skahaz could be in the hall as well, Selmy realized, that ugly face of his concealed behind a mask. Two score Brazen Beasts stood between the pillars, torchlight shining off the polished brass of their masks. The Shavepate could be any one of them.

- p. 784, The Discarded Knight, ADWD

next: AGOT

[Queen of Whores]

It went against everything that Viserys had ever told her to think that the people could care so little whether a true king or a usurper reigned over them. Yet the more she thought on Jorah's words, the more they rang of truth.

"What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?" she asked him.

"Home," he said. His voice was thick with longing.

"I pray for home too," she told him, believing it.

Ser Jorah laughed. "Look around you then, Khaleesi."

Daenerys III, p.226, AGoT

Next: ASoS

[honeyed chicken]

Far across the city, a bell began to toll.

Sansa felt as though she were in a dream. "Joffrey is dead," she told the trees to see if that would wake her.

He had not been dead when she left the throne room. he had been on his knees, though, clawing at his throat, tearing at his own skin as he fought to breathe. The sight of it had been too terrible to watch, and she had turned and fled, sobbing. Lady Tanda had been fleeing as well. "You have a good heart, my lady," she had said to Sansa. "Not every maid would weep so for a man who set her aside and wed her to a dwarf."

A good heart. I have a good heart. Hysterical laughter rose up in her gullet, but Sansa choked it back down.

p.832 (pprbk), Sansa 4, ASOS

next: ACOK

[Count Balerion]

He wants me gone, Catelyn thought wearily. Kings are not supposed to have mothers, it would seem, and I tell him things he does not want to hear. "You're old enough to decide which of Lord Walder's girls you prefer without your mother's help, Robb."

"Then go with Theon. He leaves on the morrow. He'll help the Mallisters escort that lot of captives to Seagard and then take ship for the Iron Islands. You could find a ship as well, and be back at Winterfell with a moon's turn, if the winds were kind. Bran and Rickon need you."

And you do not, is that what you mean to say? "My lord father has little enough time remaining him. So long as your grandfather lives, my place is at Riverrun with him."

COK, Harper paperback, page 104

FFC

[sj4iy]

“We’re looking for a maiden,” confided Podrick Payne. “A highborn girl of three-and-ten, with auburn hair.”

“I had understood that you were seeking outlaws.”

“Them too,” Podrick admitted.

“Most travelers do all they can to avoid such men,” said Septon Meribald, “yet you would seek

them out.”

“We only seek one outlaw,” Brienne said. “The Hound.”

“So Ser Hyle told me. May the Seven save you, child. It’s said he leaves a trail of butchered

babes and ravished maids behind him. The Mad Dog of Saltpans, I have heard him called. What would good folk want with such a creature?”

“The maid that Podrick spoke of may be with him.”

“Truly? Then we must pray for the poor girl.”

AFFC, p. 295

ASOS

[honeyed chicken]

The eunuch was humming tunelessly to himself as he came through the door, dressed in flowing robes of peach colored silk and smelling of lemons. When he saw Tyrion seated by the hearth, he stopped and grew very still. "My lord Tyrion," came out in a squeak, punctuated by a nervous giggle.

"So you do remember me? I had begun to wonder"

"It is so very good to see you looking so strong and well." Varys smiled his slimiest smile. "Though I confess I had not thought to find you in mine own humble chambers."

"They are humble. Excessively so in truth." Tyrion had waited till Varys was summoned by his father before slipping in to pay him a visit.

next: ADWD

[Queen of Whores]

"What if we should find the queen and discover that this talk of dragons was just some sailor's drunken fancy? This wide world is full of such mad tales. Grumpkins and snarks, ghosts and ghouls, mermaids, rock goblins, winged horses, winged pigs... winged lions."

Griff stared at him, frowning. "I have given you fair warning, Lannister. Guard your tongue or lose it. Kingdoms are at hazard here. Our lives, our names, our honor. This is no game we're playing for your amusement."

Of course it is, thought Tyrion. The game of thrones. "As you say, Captain," he murmured, bowing once again.

- Tyrion III, p.140, ADwD

Next: AGoT

[honeyed chicken]

"I know a story about a boy who hated stories," Old Nan said with her stupid little smile, her needles moving all the while, click, click,click, until Bran was ready to scream at her.

It would never be the way it had been, he knew. The crow had tricked him into flying, but when he woke up he was broken and the world was changed. They had all left him, his father and his mother and his sisters and even his bastard brother Jon. His father had promised he would ride a real horse to King's Landing, but they'd gone without him. Maester Luwin had sent a bird to Lord Eddard with a message, and another to mother and a third to Jon on the Wall, but there had been no answers. "Oft times the birds are lost, child," the maester had told him. "There's many a mile and many a hawk between here and King's landing, the message may not have reached them." Yet to Bran it felt as if they had all died while he had slept . . . or perhaps Ban had died, and they had forgotten him. Jory and Ser Rodrik and Vayon Poole had gone too, and Hullen and Harwin and fat Tom and a quarter of the guard.

p.238-9, Ban 4, AGOT

next: ACOK

[bryden blackfish tully]

“Do you always smell so bad, or did you just finish fucking a pig?”

-Theon Greyjoy

p. 415

Next: ASOS

[sj4iy]

"Lay the lad down, I'll fetch the Maester."

A fire was burning in the hearth, and the room was almost stuffy. The warmth made Jon sleepy.

As soon as Noye eased him down onto his back, he closed his eyes to stop the world from spinning. He could hear the ravens quawking and complaining in the rookery above.

"Snow!" one bird was saying. "Snow! Snow! Snow!" That was Sam's doing, Jon remembered. Had Samwell Tarly made it home safely? he wondered. Or only the birds?

Transcribed from Jon VI of the audiobook.

AGoT

[Queen of Whores]

Eddard Stark rode through the towering bronze doors of the Red Keep sore, tired, hungry and irritable. He was still ahorse, dreaming of a long hot soak, a roast fowl, and a featherbed, when the king's steward told him that Grand Maester Pycelle had convened an urgent meeting of the small council. The honor of the Hand's presence was requested as soon as it was convenient. "It will be convenient on the morrow," Ned snapped as he dismounted.

The steward bowed very low. "I shall give the councillors your regrets, my lord."

"No, damn it," Ned said. It would not do to offend the council before he had even begun.

- Eddard IV, p.185, AGoT

Next: AFfC

[honeyed chicken]

"Damn them, then," said Margaery. "Damn them all to seven hells. Alla is gentle and shy, how can they do this to her? And Megga . . . she laughs as loud as a dockside whore, I know, but inside she's still just a little girl. I love them all and they love me. If this sparrow thinks to make them lie about me . . . "

"They stand accused as well, I fear. All three."

"My cousins?" Margaery paled. "Alla and Megga are hardly more than children. Your Grace, this . . . this is obscene. Will you take us out of here?"

"Would that I could." Her voice was full of sorrow.

- p.928 (pprbk), Cersei 9, AFFC

next: ADWD

[HexMachina]

Melisandre touched the ruby at her neck and spoke a word.

The sound echoed queerly from the corners of the room and twisted like a worm inside their ears. The wildling heard one word, the crow another. Neither was the word that left her lips. The ruby on the wildling’s wrist darkened, and the wisps of light and shadow around him writhed and faded.

The bones remained—the rattling ribs, the claws and teeth along his arms and shoulders, the great yellowed collarbone across his shoulders. The broken giant’s skull remained a broken giant’s skull, yellowed and cracked, grinning its stained and savage grin - Melisandre I, a Dance with Dragons.

Next: A Game of Thrones

[The Wolf Lord's Daughter]

His "boys" were both older than Catelyn, and she might have wished that they did not take after their father quite so closely. Ser Wylis was only a few eels short of not being able to mount his own horse; she pitied the poor animal. Ser Wendel, the younger boy, would have been the fattest man she’d ever known, had she only neglected to meet his father and brother. Wylis was quiet and formal, Wendel loud and boisterous; both had ostentatious walrus mustaches and heads as bare as a baby’s bottom; neither seemed to own a single garment that was not spotted with food stains. Yet she liked them well enough; they had gotten her to Robb, as their father had vowed, and nothing else mattered.

Catelyn VIII pg 387

next: AFFC

[honeyed chicken]

"Why would I lie?" she asked him. "Every place has its local heroes. Where I come from, the singers sing of Ser Galladon of Morne, the Perfect Knight."

"Ser Gallawho of What?" He snorted. "Never heard o' him. Why was he so bloody perfect?"

"Ser Galladon was a champion of such valor that the Maiden herself lost her heart to him. She gave him an enchanted sword as a token of her love. The Just Maid, it was called. No common sword could check her, nor any shield withstand her kiss. Ser Galladon bore the Just Maid proudly, but only thrice did he unsheathe her. He would not use the Maid against a mortal man, for she was so potent as to make any fight unfair."

Crabb thought that was hilarious. "The Perfect Knight? The Perfect Fool, he sounds like. What's the point of having some magic sword if you don't bloody well use it?"

"Honor," she said. "The point is honor."

-p.401 (pprbk), Brienne 4, AFFC

next: ACOK

[honeyed chicken]

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[The Wolf Lord's Daughter]

At the edge of the wolfswood, Bran turned in his basket for one last glimpse of the castle that had been his life. Wisps of smoke still rose into the grey sky, but no more than might have risen from Winterfell’s chimneys on a cold autumn afternoon. Soot stains marked some of the arrow loops, and here and there a crack or a missing merlon could be seen in the curtain wall, but it seemed little enough from this distance. Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.

Bran VII, pg 1092,ACOK

next: ADWD

[honeyed chicken]

You can crack these books open anywhere, read a passage and know exactly where you are in the story and what's going on. Fantastic work by Martin.

"Har! A task I'm well suited for, crow. On your way!"

Horse and Rory fell in beside Jon as he left the Shieldhall. I should talk with Melisandre after I see the queen, he thought. If she can see a raven in a snow storm, she can find Ramsay Snow for me. Then he heard the shouting . . . . and a roar so loud it seemed to shake the Wall. "That come from Hardin's Tower, m'lord," Horse reported. He might have said more, but the scream cut him off.

Val, was Jon's first thought. But that was no woman's scream. That is a man in mortal agony. He broke into a run. Horse and Rory raced after him. "Is it wights?" Asked Rory. Jon wondered. Could his corpses have escaped their chains?

- p.912 (hardcover), Jon 13, ADWD

next: ASOS