fear is for the winter;

The common people pray for rain, healthy children and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.

i don’t pray anymore.

i am not your “little princess”. i am daenerys stormborn of the blood of old valyria, and i will take what is mine. with  f i r e  a n d  b l o o d, i will take it.

A darkness that will swallow the dawn.

Not all men are meant to dance with dragons.

They are all usurpers, and they are all my enemies.

“They say night’s beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.” 

I have a soft spot for cripples, bastards and broken things.

Her smile was shy and sweet. A lovely girl, thought Tyrion, and a kinder fate than my nephew deserves.

humhaz