I Can Be Humbler Than Anyone.

He Pushed Away From Her And Raised His Arm, Forcing His Stump Into Her Face. "a Hand Without A Hand? A Bad Jape, Sister. Don't Ask Me To Rule.

An Awful Lot Of Fantasy, And Even Some Great Fantasy, Falls Into The Mistake Of Assuming That A Good Man Will Be A Good King, That All That Is Necessary Is To Be A Decent Human Being And When You're King Everything Will Go Swimmingly.

Remember Old Nan's Stories, Bran. Remember The Way She Told Them, The Sound Of Her Voice. So Long As You Do That, Part Of Her Will Always Be Alive In You.

But A Voice Inside Her Whispered, There Are No Heroes, And She Remembered What Lord Petyr Had Said To Her, Here In This Very Hall. 'life Is Not A Song, Sweetling,' He'd Told Her, 'you May Learn That One Day To Your Sorrow.' In Life, The Monsters Win, She Told Herself.

No Man Threatens His Grace In The Presence Of The Kingsguard.” Tyrion Lannister Raised An Eyebrow. “i Am Not Threatening The King, Ser, I Am Educating My Nephew. Bronn, Timett, The Next Time Ser Boros Opens His Mouth, Kill Him.” The Dwarf Smiled. “now That Was A Threat, Ser. See The Difference?