Harrenhal Quotes

“On wings as black as pitch Balerion plunged through the night, and when the great towers of Harrenhal appeared beneath him, the dragon roared his fury and bathed them in black fire, shot through with swirls of red.”
― George R.R. Martin, Fire & Blood

“Dragged from her bed, Queen Alys saw her sisters killed before her eyes as they tried to protect her. Her father, inspecting the Tower of the Hand, was flung from its roof to smash upon the stones below. Harroway’s sons, brothers, and nephews were taken as well. Thrown onto the spikes that lined the dry moat around Maegor’s Holdfast, some took hours to die; the simpleminded Horas Harroway lingered for days. The twenty names on Queen Tyanna’s list soon joined them, and then another dozen men, named by the first twenty.
The worst death was reserved for Queen Alys herself, who was given over to her sister-wife Tyanna for torment. Of her death we will not speak, for some things are best buried and forgotten. Suffice it to say that her dying took the best part of a fortnight, and that Maegor himself was present for all of it, a witness to her agony. After her death, the queen’s body was cut into seven parts, and her pieces mounted on spikes above the seven gates of the city, where they remained until they rotted.
King Maegor himself departed King’s Landing, assembling a strong force of knights and men-at-arms and marching on Harrenhal to complete the destruction of House Harroway. The great castle on the Gods Eye was lightly held, and its castellan, a nephew of Lord Lucas and cousin to the late queen, opened his gates at the king’s approach. Surrender did not save him; His Grace put the entire garrison to the sword, along with every man, woman, and child he found to have any drop of Harroway blood. Then he marched to Lord Harroway’s Town on the Trident and did the same there.
In the aftermath of the bloodletting, men began to say that Harrenhal was cursed, for every lordly house to hold it had come to a bad and bloody end.”
― George R.R. Martin

“La pietra non brucia" si era vantato Harren, ma il suo castello non era solo di pietra: legno e lana, stoppa e paglia, pane e carne salata e grano, presero tutti fuoco. E neppure gli uomini di ferro di Harren lo erano. Fumanti, urlanti, avvolti dalle fiamme, correvano per i cortili e precipitavano dai camminamenti per morire sul suolo sottostante. E persino la pietra si spezza e fonde se il fuoco è abbastanza feroce. I lord dei Fiumi fuori del castello affermarono in seguito che le torri di Harrenhal pulsavano scarlatte nella notte, come cinque grandi candele... e come candele cominciavano a piegarsi e a fondersi, mentre rivoli di pietra fusa colavano lungo le pareti.”
― George R.R. Martin, Fire & Blood