Jorah Mormont Quotes Novels & Stories

He already knew. Lucian’s curse had plagued him since we were younger, a darkness that none of us had been able to cure. But now, it was spiraling. I slammed my fist against my knee, frustration burning in my chest. “I should have been there.” Jorah placed a hand on my shoulder. “You did what you had to do, Alpha.” I exhaled sharply. It wasn’t enough. Just as I was about to speak, a warrior rushed toward us. “Alpha!”

If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. “Why did you guys move?” I ask plopping down on the bed next to her. I lean back on my elbow, pulling one of my feet up to rest on the edge of the bed. “Joffrey recommends we clear the blast area.” Monty says with a grimace. “He will learn tact if it’s the last thing I do.” “You have had a much longer time to learn to be tactful,” Rome reminds him, but he just rolls his eyes.

"Are you serious? Why do you need one?" He added afterward. "Obviously, for a source of light." When the cat heard Abby's reply, it only sighed in exasperation. "Right, you must not have an idea as no one told you yet." Jorah said but rather than talking directly to Abby, it seemed that he was actually saying that more to himself. Then without giving Abby an explanation as to why he said that, he suddenly turned into the empty space and placed his paws at his what to pass off as his waist.

“For now, all of you will have to settle with my apple pie.” “I am sure your apple pie is wonderful, Roberta,” Mortensen says kindly. “Yes, mom, I’m sure it’s great!” Jareth exclaims. I watch the Jordans interact with the commander with such familiarity it surprises me, it’s as if they were related and not just next door neighbors. Mortensen seems relaxed and in a good mood, I don’t get to see him like this very often, he must really appreciate this family.

“How can you possibly think she'll give him that many?” Orion merely shrugged. “Have you forgotten who I am?” His eyes gleamed with amusement. “I may be able to see things in the future that you cannot.” The cryptic remark immediately drew frowns from both Jorah and Kael. Neither of them looked convinced. Orion, however, seemed thoroughly pleased with himself. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?” Jorah demanded. “Nothing.” Orion lifted his glass and took another leisurely sip. “Or perhaps it means everything.”

Frade took one look at me and he stood up to make room for me again. Frade's body heat lingered on the cushions of the chair, but my brain was flooded with cold water, and every cell in it was working at full speed. Childhood memories flash by like a fast-forward movie. I try to hold on to every memory for fear of missing any details. Jorah is a very tough person, and if I don't ask, he won't talk.

I didn’t like depending on people to serve me. “Xander told me that you suffer from memory loss,” Jorah said, causing me to look at him. So was I famous around the pack now? “I do. Hopefully, it’s only temporary. It sucks not knowing who I am.” I took the milk and the cheese out of the fridge. Did I use to like coffee? Only one way to find out.

Reverberating against the stone walls. “You all must be getting old,” I said lazily, resting an elbow on the throne’s arm. “Or perhaps you just like to make life interesting for me.” The room’s volume dimmed, reluctant whispers dying down. I tilted my head, letting my golden eyes sweep the elders. “I think some of you forget,” I said casually, “that Morrin is a Veilsharper too.” A stiff shift went through the elders. “And as for Orin,” I continued, gesturing toward the healer, “he has every right to be here. He faces battles your aged bones would never dare to endure.”

Larry burst out laughing when he heard that. "Hahaha, that's a good one, Monte! Why would I need to bring so many people just to have a meal? Do you think I'm a coward?" "Haha, not at all! Why would I ever think that, my friend? Hasn't Draco Hall made its mark by slaughtering many people? I am told that your strength has reached the peak of a warrior and is almost approaching that of a grandmaster!" Monte had a genuine smile on his face while making that remark.

"I'm 31 years old and I'm the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North. I'm not a 16-year-old schoolboy trying to sneak out of my own house to avoid my father's third degree by using a freakin' rope. From now on, when you try to offer me any kind of solution, try putting that in your mind. Think, before you speak." "Sure, well noted, Alpha. Well noted." Jorah wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said. Then, he looked around as if he was looking for something. "What are you looking for?" I asked. "Nothing. I'm looking for a rope to hang myself, Alpha." He mumbled. "OK, great. Now that I've made my Beta's day, I'm going to go downstairs and go on making my father's day." I gave him a d