Whenever he took a man’s life, afterward he would seek the quiet of the godswood.
'The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again.'
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"You are an honest and honourable man, Lord Eddard. Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life…When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.”
“ The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago..
You think my life is some precious thing to me? I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago.
-He wants to be a knight of the Kingsguard… he can’t be one now, can he?
-No. But he could be lord of a holdfast, or sit on the King’s council, or raise castles like Brandon the Builder.
Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?
Eddard Stark lifted his head and looked long at the weirwood, frowning, but he did not speak. He cannot see me, Bran realized, despairing. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but all that he could do was watch and listen. I am in the tree. I am inside the heart tree, looking out of its red eyes, but the weirwood cannot talk, so I can’t. Eddard Stark resumed his prayer. Bran felt his eyes fill up with tears. But were they his own tears, or the weirwood’s? If I cry, will the tree begin to weep?
(or why you should love the Starks)
the gods of her father.