Book: Fire and blood. Page 1

Her grace was betrayed by so many and so often that she easily believed the worst about anyone. The treachery of her grace was no longer surprising. She began to expect it even from those she loved the most.

The path of wisdom requires evidence before making a decision.

Lord Boremund was a stone - hard, strong and unshakable. And Lord Borros is the wind that howls and growls and blows here and there.

What did Viserys have that she [Princess Rhaenys] didn't have? Little sausage? Is that all it takes to be king? Then let Fungus rule. My sausage is three times as big.

Years passed, summer and winter changed each other. There were hot days and warm days, and days when the salty wind blew from the sea, flower fields in the spring, and abundant harvests, and golden autumn days, roads were built throughout the kingdom, and bridges connected the banks of the rivers. But the king, as far as his subjects could see, showed no joy. "Now it's always winter," he said to Septon Barth one evening, while drunk. Since Aemon's death, he always drank a cup or three of honey-sweetened wine at night to sleep.

“I've cut a thousand of them,” he said, “but it won't bring him back.

Is there even one day when Dale doesn't need solace? And while she is being comforted, no one remembers Seira. She is such a brave girl, they say, she needs no consolation. But I'm afraid they're wrong. Everyone needs comfort.

“A hundred naked ducks will frighten her,” the king replied.

Weygon is not a maester... But he does have the makings of an archmaester. The Citadel is the greatest repository of knowledge in the world. Send him there. Perhaps he will find himself in the library. Or he will get lost among the books and you will never have to worry about him again.

“My lords,” he said to the council, “when the queen and I go on a journey, we fly Vermitor and Silverwing.” When we look down from the clouds, we see cities and castles, hills and swamps, rivers, streams and lakes. We see trading towns and fishing villages, ancient forests, mountains, wastelands and meadows, herds of sheep and wheat fields, old battlefields, ruined towers, cemeteries and septs. All this and more can be seen in our Seven Kingdoms. Do you know what I don't see? The king slammed his hand on the table. - Dear, my lords. I don't see roads. I see some ruts if I go down lower, I see animal tracks in the forest and footprints here and there by the stream. But I don't see real roads.

“It seems that I will never die with an ax in my hands,” he said sadly to the king.

“He calls himself a vulture,” said the king, “but he does not fly. He hides. He should have been called a gopher.

"Lightning strike," he suggested. - Bonfire. A drunkard with a torch looking for a whore.

Words are the wind, but the wind can fan the fire. My father and uncle fought the words with fire and steel. We will fight with words - with words, and put out the fire before it flares up.