I stopped being a child when I was nine. My mother made sure of that.
|Reader:||Haha. Quentyn you nerd.|
|Reader:||It's not going to work, Quentyn.|
|Reader:||Told you it wouldn't work, Quentyn.|
|Reader:||Wait--Quentyn what are you doing?|
|Reader:||QUENTYN STOP DON'T DO IT, MAN.|
|Book Jaime:||Slowly understands that his relationship with Cersei isn't what it use to be. Begins to take seriously his position as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.|
|Show Jaime:||Throws the White Book of the Kingsguard across the table to make room for incest.|
– Tyrion Lannister, A Dance with Dragons (via incorrectgotquotes)
So young, Catelyn thought, trying to remember if she had ever been like that. The girl had lived half her life in summer, and that was all she knew.
The Great Masters had used the pit as a prison. It was large enough to hold five hundred men… and more than ample for two dragons. For how long, though? What will happen when they grow too large for the pit? Will they turn on one another with flame and claw? Will they grow wan and weak, with withered flanks and shrunken wings? Will their fires go out before the end? What sort of mother lets her children rot in darkness?