you think Stiles, skinny, defenseless Stiles, is the nogitsune, a powerful, dark spirit.
You can take away my suits, you can take away my home, but there’s one thing you can never take away from me: I am Iron Man.
Arya went to Polliver and knelt in his blood long enough to undo his swordbelt. Hanging beside his dagger was a slimmer blade, too long to be a dirk, too short to be a man’s sword…but it felt just right in her hand.
♕ Dragons always preferred to attack from above, Dany had learned. Should either get between the other and the sun, he would fold his wings and dive screaming, and they would tumble from the sky locked together in a tangled scaly ball, jaws snapping and tails lashing. The first time they had done it, she feared that they meant to kill each other, but it was only sport.
"I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt, if I want. I can speak to snakes, too. They find me… whisper things… Is that normal, for someone like me?”