Nargles stole the title

want one?

The brightest witch of her age. 

The Mad King was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn, the way their skin blackened and blistered and melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn’t like. He burned Hands who disobeyed him. He burned anyone who was against him. Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere. So he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city. 

“I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

This is my design.

Nothing is more powerful than a mother's love.

I can feel my sanity cracking. Day by day, hour by hour. The cracks run wide, run deep. I feel myself falling apart. Piece by piece.

All the wrong choices.

The Targaryens have always danced too close to madness. King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin.

           So fucking close. And there’s a woman. Yeah. A woman. Who I love. I got close.                                                   I nearly got fucking everything!

I did know Rue, she wasn’t just my ally, she was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the meadow by my house. I hear her in the mockingjay’s song. I see her in my sister Prim. She was too young, too gentle…and I couldn’t save her. I’m s o r r y. 

Sophie Turner at the British Summer Time Festival in Hyde Park

I want to assemble a task force of the most dangerous people on the planet, who I think can do some good.

I will always be a Stark.

I’m a specialist, you see? Like you."