"How fortunate we were who still had hope I did not realise then; I could not know how soon the time would come when we should have no more hope, and yet be unable to die." - Vera Brittain, A Testament of Youth
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My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
our hands are cold and the moon sets low little sister let your sharp teeth show pass winter fields
Samwell Tarly [to Jon Snow], A Storm of Swords
"I have never been nothing. I am the blood of the dragon."
It was said that no man ever knew Prince Rhaegar, truly.
They call him The Young Wolf. They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed.
it comes tolling over the generations it comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floor and all your thrashed coasts groan
The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. “Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.” The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son … a son of Pyke, of the islands.”
a lion still has claws
make me choose // peeta-baelish asked: rhaegar targaryen & jon connington or renly baratheon & loras tyrell?
I buried him with mine own hands, in a place he showed me once when I was a squire at Storm’s End. No one shall ever find him there to disturb his rest.