“Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?” FireBloodMemoryTraumaAshKnightHoleBeric DondarrionThoros Book:A Storm of Swords Source: A Storm of Swords
“Light your flame among us, R’hllor,” said the red priest. “Show us the truth or falseness of this man. Strike him down if he is guilty, and give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom.” “For the night is dark,” the others chanted, Harwin and Anguy loud as all the rest, “and full of terrors.” “This cave is dark too,” said the Hound, “but I’m the terror here. I hope your god’s a sweet one, Dondarrion. You’re going to meet him shortly.” The HoundBeric Dondarrion Book:A Storm of Swords: Steel and Snow Source: A Storm of Swords: Steel and Snow