#asoiaf reference

Balerion: ~114 - 94

Vhagar: 52 – 130

Meraxes: ??? – 10

Quicksilver 7 - 43

Vermithor b. 30/35 - 130

Silverwing 36/41 – 131/153

Dreamfyre b. before 35 - 130

Meleys b. before 75 – 129 “one of the oldest” in Dance; probably born before 38 during Aegon I’s reign or during 38

Caraxes b. before 83 – 130 “one of the oldest” in Dance; probably born before 38 during Aegon I’s reign or during 38

Syrax b. before 104 – 130 “one of the oldest” in Dance; probably born before 38 during Aegon I’s reign or during 38

Sheepstealer b. after 47 – after 134

Tyraxes b. by 115-120 – 130

Moondancer b. by 129 – 130

Grey Ghost b. 38 - 130

Seasmoke b. before 101 - 130

Sunfyre b. by 120 - 130

Tessarion b. by 120 - 130

Vermax b. 114/120 – 130

Arrax b. by 114/120 – 129

Stormcloud – b. 120/129 - 130

Morghul – hatchling in 129 - 130

Shrykos – hatchling in 129 – 130

Cannibal b. before 47 - ???

Today I went to the Cà d'oro museum in Venice and I was also lowkey taking notes for asoiaf fanart while I was at it (look at the bust in the middle of the third row - it's terracotta with residual gold paint on the clothing, how Lannister is that?) but most of all I want to show you this picture, labeled as "portrait of a young man"

Me, internally:

ASOS.

Sansa Stark is 11 in AGOT. In ACOK and ASOS, she is 12, and in AFFC and ADWD she is 13 according to The Tower of the Hand. 

Here’s a link to a graph of the ages of characters from all the major houses and a some of the secondary characters as well.

"..."Bring us Sandor’s head, and I know His Grace will be most grateful. Joff may have liked the man, but Tommen was always afraid of him... with good reason, it would seem.”

“Wel ,” the man said, rubbing his mouth, “I never much liked Polly, that shit, and the dog, he were Ser’s brother, so...” “We’re bad, m’lord,” broke in the man who wore the coins,

“but you’d need to be mad to face the Hound.”

Jaime looked him over. Bolder than the rest, and not as drunk as Shitmouth. “You were afraid of him.” “I wouldn’t say afraid, m’lord. I’d say we was leaving him for our betters. Someone like Ser. Or you.” Me, when I had two hands. Jaime did not delude himself. Sandor would make short work of him now.

“...Tyrion...” Jaime is afraid. “Tell me,” Tyrion said again. His brother looked away. “Tysha,” he said softly. “Tysha?” His stomach tightened. “What of her?” “She was no whore. I never bought her for you. That was a lie that Father commanded me to tell. Tysha was... she was what she seemed to be. A crofter’s daughter, chance met on the road.” Tyrion could hear the faint sound of his own breath whistling hol owly through the scar of his nose. Jaime could not meet his eyes. Tysha. He tried to remember what she had looked like. A girl, she was only a girl, no older than Sansa. “My wife,” he croaked...

Me after reading this chapter....