Jorah Mormont Quotes Novels & Stories

“It’s nothing you can help me with.” Haldir pushed Mory back from his chest and looked in her eyes. “Try me, Morana. Whatever it is, I promise you, I’ve seen worse and I’ve beaten worse.” Hoping to change the course of the conversation, Mory huffed through her nose sending a plume of steam into the air as she twisted her lips to the side. “Tell me about them then. What have you seen?”

he said without worrying the lives that the Mountain People were going to butche Joram, who the first to come at his call, stood side by side with him at the high place. Joram could see the way how this war would end. It's a game of children who were just starting to have their military training. And, he wondered how shallow Marcus was in thinking he had won this Marcus seemed so proud of himself, walked to and fro as if worried if his armies would fall. The problem was that he was not worried after all. He seemed having fun like a little kid winning a bet gam

Infuriated, Javi continued, "How much more powerful could you be? I know you've become an immortal, but what makes you think you can face us alone?" "I'm not alone. I have my sword." "Bold words. You behave a lot like Draco," Javi angrily said. "He's my savior, and this fight is in memory of his battle at Azure Creek. Your heads will be my first gift to him." Jerome released a murderous intent into the air, and his every word was broadcast live on television. The people who had insulted him felt embarrassed when they heard his valiant speech.

Jericho growled, his voice laced with determination. Morwen sneered, her voice dripping with malevolence. "You are but an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things," she hissed, her dark magic crackling around her. "Your unity is nothing compared to the power I possess." Jericho's eyes narrowed, his resolve unyielding. He stepped forward, his every muscle taut with anticipation. "You underestimate us, Morwen," he retorted, his voice steady and unwavering. "Together, we are stronger than any evil you can conjure."

"I have a son." "Son," cawed Mormont's raven. "Son, son, son." The Lord Commander's face was stiff. "I'm glad for you." "Are you, now? Me, I'll be glad when you and yours are gone. Past time, I'm thinking." "As soon as our wounded are strong enough . . . "

"I have a son." "Son," cawed Mormont's raven. "Son, son, son." The Lord Commander's face was stiff. "I'm glad for you." "Are you, now? Me, I'll be glad when you and yours are gone. Past time, I'm thinking." "As soon as our wounded are strong enough . . . "

But the Taryn they knew would be partying and tearing the roof down and not sulking in the corner with a barely touched drink. “Don't tell me, the bird you wanted to woo in Harklaw broke you?” Jorah says, and Tarrin's head had whipped so fast to the healer in surprise. “How did you?—” “I mean, no one is that enthusiastic to go on a mission. Especially you,” Jorah shrugs while Enzo lets out a subtle smirk, as pride shines from his mate's direct call-out. “Well, you’re wrong; it's not a volery.” It's the fucking queen, but he didn't dare say that out loud as he leaned over the couch and doused the rest of his drink that burned down his throat.

“Whose side are you on?” Morgott replied, “Yours, of course.” Yehria retorted, “Then why are you praising that bastard James?” Morgott argued, “You shouldn’t be so vulgar. I’m simply respecting the strong. If you’re so jealous, why not become as strong as him?” Yehria seated with frustration, “Enough nonsense. Do you think he noticed us?” Morgott scoffed, “Ha! Do you think we’d still be safe if he discovered us?”

with his head bowed low Diego said, his whole body was filled with endless injuries, and there was no sign of it healing, obviously caused by the poisoned chains. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Those who failed and betrayed the pack are the ones who should be sorry,” I said softly. “You’re all warriors who fought till the end, so never bow your heads low.” They lifted their chins, and I met their eyes with determination, hoping to instill some strength and courage in them. “Enough of the bravado talk already, and let’s get down to business!” Rebecca shouted, her hands clenched into fists, her voice tinged with urgency and frustration.

Not until the door shut close did Kora open her mouth to say something. "Why are you being stubborn? Vandamonth needs their king." "Why?" Jarob's voice crackled like that of a very old man, but he was merely in his late sixties. "They have their queen; I do not think they will miss me so much." He added, before slowly adjusting the blanket, dragging it up to his chest. "Do you really wish to leave this world so early? I have always had it in mind that if you had the chance, you would have prolonged your life."