Ser Gregor, Dunsen, Raff the sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei, Valar Morghulis.
My hirelings betray me, my friends are scourged and shamed, and I lie here rotting, Tyrion thought. I thought I won the bloody battle. Is this what triumph tastes like?
[Braavos] At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell.
Winterfell was a grey stone labyrinth of walls and towers and courtyards and tunnels spreading out in all directions.
For the night is dark and full of terrors
bricks and blood built Astapor and bricks and blood her people
in the dark he did not need a name, so it was easy to forget..