Status Updates From A Game of Thrones / A Clash...

The light was already fading in Qhorin's eyes. "...sharp," he said, lifting his maimed fingers. Then his hand fell, and he was gone.

He knew, he thought numbly. He knew what they would ask of me. He thought of Samwell Tarly then, of Grenn and Dolorous Edd, of Pyp and Toad back at Castle Black. Had he lost them all, as he had lost Bran and Rickon and Robb? Who was he now? What was he?

Questions I ask myself everyday

[...] "What stones are these?"
"Black amethysts from Asshai. The rarest kind, a deep true purple by daylight."
"It's very lovely," Sansa said, thinking, It is a ship I need, not a net for my hair.
"Lovelier than you know, sweet child. It's magic, you see. It's justice you hold. It's vengeance for your father." Dontos leaned close and kissed her again. "It's home."

A ver si eso es verdad, puto baboso de los cojones.

Cersei dándole una paliza a Alayaya en lugar de a Shae; Cat pensando que Theon ha matado a Bran y a Rickon; Jaime siendo icónico y confesando que fue él quien empujó a Bran por la ventana; Asha en Invernalia para convencer a Theon de que deje de hacer el payaso; Tyrion siendo el putisimo héroe de la guerra; y el Perro hasta los cojones de pelear. ¿Qué mejor plan para un domingo?

"[...] Do you want to be loved, Sansa?"
"Everyone wants to be loved."
"[...] Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet personas, yes, but it will kill you all the same."

Bueno bueno BUENO. Ya se han conocido Jon e Ygritte pfffff (me ha gustado mucho la historia de Bael) y Theon se ha dado cuenta de que los Stark se han escapado... se vienen cositas.

"Ser Cleos," she said coolly, "you forfeited the protection of your peace banner when your men played us false. Lie to me, and you'll hang from the walls beside them. Believe that. I shall ask you once more—did you see my daughters?"

Esta es la Cat que yo quiero ver, fierce and confident joderr

"Ever think how easy life would be if the other one had been born first?" [...] "The weepy one, Tommen. Seems like he'd do whatever he was told, as a good king should."
A chill crept down Tyrion's spine as he realized what the sellsword was hinting at. If Tommen were king...

SÍ SÍ SÍ. Mátalo Bronn, mátalo. Yo nunca te he pedido nada, mátalo, mátalo.