Romans & histoires Jorah Mormont Quotes

“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?”

How could she possibly think I didn’t remember her? “You have a very blank face,” Jorah said, as if reading my thoughts. “Most people smile when they see someone they like.” “My face is normal,” I said, glancing at the rearview mirror to stare at my own reflection. “No. It isn’t.” I frowned harder. “See? You’re doing it right now.” I am even more confused now. “Most people smile when they see someone they like,” he continued. “There isn’t a requirement, but it helps.”

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?”

Bjorn clicks his tongue soundly and puts his hands in his pocket. "This proves that you're still young. There's a lot of things you don't know. You lack of experience." Bjorn bluntly remarked. Wearing a scowl, Mort eyed him icily. "You know the truth." Mort said meaningfully. "Ah yes, but in this life, you are just a kid." Bjorn teased him and sat on his heels with open arms. Mort looked down at him with a flat expression.

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.