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“The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother's milk. Darkness will make you strong.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“He lunged for the maps. I grabbed the chair and hit him with it. He went down. I hit him again to make sure he stayed that way, stepped over him, and picked up the maps.
"I win.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“Bran was the only person I knew who could use words like "blackguard" and make them sound like swear words-but then he could have said "bunny rabbit" in that tone of voice and weaken my spine with the same shiver of fear.”
― Patricia Briggs, Moon Called

“I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice. "Why not an ornament?"

"Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move.”
― Patricia Briggs, Silver Borne

“The Oracle rose. As one, the three witches bowed.
"See?" Bran jerked his thumb at the three women. "That's how a woman should treat a man. Next time you see me, I want you to do just like them.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“He said “womanâ€� in the same way I’d say “Mmmmm, yummy chocolateâ€� after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“Not cry. Fly.
“I can’t fly,� Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t…�
How do you know? Have you ever tried?
The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. “Help me,� he said.
I’m trying, the crow replied�
The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran’s hand.
“You have wings,� Bran pointed out.
Maybe you do too.
Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers.
There are different kinds of wings, the crow said�
Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. “What are you doing to me?� he asked the crow, tearful.
Teaching you how to fly.
“I can’t fly!�
You’re flying right now.
“I’m falling!�
Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“I saved the baby. I saved her. For you."
- Bran”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?"
"Nope!"
"Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“Bran grabbed my hand,pulled me to a chest, and swung the heavy lid open. A white cloth covered the contents. He jerked it aside. Human heads filled the chest.

"Oh God."

He scooped a mummified head from the chest by a scalp lock and thrust it at me. "All of them are mine."

This was officially the weirdest version of "come down to my place and I'll show you some etchings" I've ever been hit with.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Burns

“He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that”
― Patricia Briggs, Fair Game

“My foster mother always laughed and said it was his reputation for knowing everything that allowed for him to appear infallible: all he had to do was walk through the room and see who looked guiltiest when they saw him. Maybe she was right, but I tried looking innocent the next time, and it didn't work.”
― Patricia Briggs

“Bran,â€� I sob. “You have to go.â€� He just smiles. “Bran! You must!â€� Again the smile. He won't leave. He'll be my faithful friend forever. He'd rather die by my side than skip free without me. I return the smile. “Very well,â€� I sigh and reach out a hand. Bran takes it, expecting only my touch. But what he gets on top of that is the last of my magic. A swift, improvised spell. I reach into his mind and send an image into his thoughts, of the hole, him dashing out of it, racing through the cave and not coming back. And then, with all the magical force I can muster, I yell at himâ€� â€�Run fast!”
― Darren Shan, Bec

“Watching the hole in the ever-fading light. It’s the size of a baby now, closing all the time. Narrower and narrower, until there’s barely room to fit an arm through. I’m thinking about quenching the light before the hole shuts—this is just torture—when a face suddenly appears. It’s Bran. The spell has passed and he’s come back. He wants to get through, to be with me. But the hole’s too small. He punches it, pulls at it, slips his fingers into the gap and strains with all his might—but it’s no good. The rock continues to grind together. The hole gets smaller, the width of a finger now.
At the last moment, Bran presses his mouth up to the hole and roars with raw pain and loss, at the top of his voice, �Bec!� It’s the only time he’s ever uttered my name. Anyone’s name. His anguished cry stabs at my heart and tears spring to my eyes. I open my mouth to shout his own name back, to offer whatever small shred of comfort I can� but then the rock closes all the way and a fierce rumbling drowns out the echoes of Bran’s cry.
I stare at the solid rock. My mouth closes. The light fades. Darkness.”
― Darren Shan, Bec

“Inside the room, a man and a woman were wrestling. They were both naked.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Matt Smith?" I said. "Really? You are not the Doctor, Bran. At your age, it is important to keep a lookout for excessive hubris.”
― Patricia Briggs, Silence Fallen

“I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.â€�
“What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give him back his legs.�
“You gave me help when I needed it� Jon Snow said.
“I gave you nothing,� Tyrion said. “Words.�
“Then give your words to Bran too.”
― George R. R. Martin

“It seemed as he had been falling for years. Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“ '...he said you were way too damn obnoxious to be merely human, so you had to be some kind of divine messenger, and he figured he'd better do what you said quick so you'd go ahead and disappear.' ”
― Maculategiraffe, Jesse's Story

“ 'Oh, gods,' said Holden, halfway into his tunic. 'I can't believe it's taken me five years to realize your one tragic flaw. You're a morning person. Stop being so chipper right now. At least until I've had my coffee.' ”
― Maculategiraffe, Lee's Story

“At the root of the tree at the heart of the world,
With a chain round his neck, the Wolf lies curled.
His gleaming teeth and jaws are furled,
And the sun shall rise in the morning.

His chain, it is forged of the nerve of a bear,
Of the voice of a fish, and a girl's chin-hair.
His chain, it is light and strong and fair,
And the sun shall rise in the morning.

With a mountain's root, and a cat's foot-fall,
And the spit of a bird, he is held in thrall,
Though iron could bind him never at all,
And the sun shall rise in the morning.

The sun shall rise, the stars shall fade,
For the binding which the good gods made
Still loops the Wolf in its lovely braid,
And the sun shall rise in the morning.”
― Maculategiraffe, Jesse's Story

“But, honey, the worst mistake beats the hell out of never tryin”
― Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep

“You can live a hundred years and never really live one minute if for of what could happen, what might happen prevents you from goin' after what you want”
― Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep

“You know, in the end it's the love we withhold that we regret the most.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Devil and the Deep

“Being captain of such a vessel was not a stressful job, despite the sheer size of the thing. Everything was automated, and this meant that this behemoth could be efficiently handled by a far less seasoned captain. Besides, hiring mature skippers with actual experience would cost real money. And hey, the computers ran everything anyway â€� and that’s how Bran Johannsen enters this story â€� as a fine young inexperienced graduate of the Merchant Space Academy in Mars City, who only got his Executive Officer’s ticket four short years ago.”
― Christina Engela, Black Sunrise

“Consider că acest volum nu este nicidecum destinat doar celor care au strămoÈ™i comuni cu ai mei, ci tuturor celor pasionaÈ›i de istorie. Parcurgând paginile acestei cărÈ›i È™i descoperind amănuntele biografice ale personajelor, cititorul va putea afla detalii despre viaÈ›a oamenilor de rând din ultimele trei secole. Prin ochii lor se poate vedea, de exemplu, cum trăiau odinioară țăranii olteni, munteni ori ardeleni sau cum unii dintre aceÈ™tia s-au ridicat prin propriile puteri È™i au ieÈ™it din sărăcie. De asemenea, cititorul poate descoperi amănunte din viaÈ›a unor preoÈ›i, învățători, ³¾±ðÈ™³Ù±ðÈ™³Ü²µ²¹°ù¾± sau negustori din secolele XVIII-XX, dar È™i legende transmise din generaÈ›ie în generaÈ›ie. Cel care va avea răbdarea să citească această carte va vedea prin ochii personajelor cum au fost resimÈ›ite de populaÈ›ie diverse evenimente majore din trecut, cum a trecut ea prin războaie, revoluÈ›ii, ocupaÈ›ii străine, persecuÈ›ii politice, prizonierat, crize economice, reforme, epidemii, migraÈ›ii sau crime. StrămoÈ™ii mei provin din diverse zone ale țării, din Muntenia, Oltenia, Ardeal, Banat, dar È™i din afara graniÈ›elor României, de pe teritoriul actual al Bulgariei, Austriei È™i Cehiei. Majoritatea sunt români, dar printre înaintaÈ™i se numără È™i germani (saÈ™i, È™vabi, sudeÈ›i, austrieci), bulgari sau cehi. Și ca religie ei sunt diverÈ™i, pe lângă ortodocÈ™i existând lutherani, romano-catolici sau greco-catolici. Din punctul de vedere al clasei sociale, majoritatea strămoÈ™ilor au fost la origine țărani, dar mulÈ›i dintre ei au migrat către oraÈ™e în decursul secolului al XIX-lea sau la începutul veacului următor, devenind funcÈ›ionari, ³¾±ðÈ™³Ù±ðÈ™³Ü²µ²¹°ù¾± sau comercianÈ›i.”
― Andrei Popescu, Călătorind prin istorie, alături de strămoÈ™i. PoveÈ™ti cu țărani, preoÈ›i, învățători, negustori È™i ³¾±ðÈ™³Ù±ðÈ™³Ü²µ²¹°ù¾± din secolele XVIII-XX