#gothouselannister

And who are you, the proud lord said, That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, That's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, A lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my lord, As long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, That lord of Castamere, But now the rains weep o'er his hall, With no one there to hear. Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, And not a soul to hear.

@womenasoiaf House of Ladies Week: Day 3: House Lannister

“no man sheds lannister blood with impunity.”

Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Clash of Kings - Tyrion XIII      A dozen great fires raged under the city walls, where casks of burning pitch had exploded, but the wildfire reduced them to no more than candles in a burning house, their orange and scarlet pennons fluttering insignificantly against the jade holocaust. The low clouds caught the color of the burning river and roofed the sky in shades of shifting green, eerily beautiful. A terrible beauty. Like dragonfire. Tyrion wondered if Aegon the Conqueror had felt like this as he flew above his Field of Fire.

T: All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes.

hear me roar

Lannister Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Lions of Lannister A coat of gold, a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And mine are long and sharp, my Lord, as long and sharp as yours.

For @joannalannister