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Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. Sometimes the best way to baffle them is to make moves that have no purpose, or even seem to work against you. Remember that, Sansa, when you come to play the game. - What . . . what game? -- The only game. The game of thrones.

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. Somet...

The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling.

The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling.

Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armour and it can never be used to hurt you.

Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armour and it can never be used to hurt you.

Everyone wants something, Alayne. And when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.

Everyone wants something, Alayne. And when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.

Littlefinger... the gods only know what game Littlefinger is playing.

Littlefinger... the gods only know what game Littlefinger is playing.

If ever truly a man had armored himself in gold, it was Petyr Baelish, not Jaime Lannister. Jaime's famous armor was but gilded steel, but Littlefinger, ah ... Tyrion had learned a few things about sweet Petyr, to his growing disquiet.

If ever truly a man had armored himself in gold, it was Petyr Baelish, not Jaime Lannister. Jaime's famous armor was but gilded steel, but L...

Littlefinger is the second most devious man in the Seven Kingdoms.

Littlefinger is the second most devious man in the Seven Kingdoms.

He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle... but he was also Littlefinger, the lord she'd known at King's Landing, smiling slyly and stroking his beard as he whispered in Queen Cersei's ear. And Littlefinger was no friend of hers.

He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle... but he was also Littlefinger, the lord she'd known at King's Landing, smiling slyl...

He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did.

He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did.