"Could you bring back a man without a head?" Arya asked. "Just the once, not six times. Could you?"
“I have no magic, child. Only prayers […] It was not me who raised him, my lady. It was the Lord. R'hllor is not done with him yet. Life is warmth, and warmth is fire, and fire is God's and God's alone."
The blood of Old Valyria.
Four possible queens.
Queen you shall be... until there comes another, younger and more beautiful to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.
He said you’re a traitor. I don’t care.
Life is warmth and warmth is Fire.
It is R'hllor who brings you back, my lord. The Lord of Light.
“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?”
They were all gone.
Jaqen was gone, though. He'd left her. Hot Pie left me too, and now Gendry is leaving. Lommy had died, Yoren had died, Syrio Forel had died, even her father had died, and Jaqen had given her a stupid iron penny and vanished.