“There’s a carving on our gate. A woman in a bearskin, with a child in one arm suckling at her breast. In the other hand she holds a battleaxe. She’s no proper lady, that one, but I always loved her.”
"Princess Elia of Dorne. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Elia Martell, Princess of Dorne. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children … I came to hear you confess."
“Lyanna was beautiful,” Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya. “She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.”
"Even after all these years, Ser Barristan could still recall Ashara’s smile, the sound of her laughter. He had only to close his eyes to see her, with her long hard hair tumbling about her shoulders and those haunting purple eyes."