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Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?' Tyrion: 'Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine', the dwarf told him. 'I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.
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alcohol
drunk
dwarf
feast
jon-snow
tyrion-lannister
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George R.R. Martin |
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We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.
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arya
feast
funny
george-r-r-martin
ironic
joffrey
prince
sansa
winterfell
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George R.R. Martin |
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Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices; the baskets of fresh grass; the skulls and spines; the ribs and shoulder-blades. Forget nothing or, by the blindness of my sockets, I will have your hearts out. Take him away...
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bones
crown
feast
hearts
lamb
poison
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Mervyn Peake |
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Bountiful was the table of your grandsire, for there is still fat at the root of my heart from the feasts he gave in my honour.
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feast
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Raymond E. Feist |
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They each took a plate and helped themselves to a feast that looked as if it had been prepared for a magazine layout. There was a salad sprinkled with fresh flowers- Isabel said they were baby pansies, nasturtium and angelica. The spread included plates of artisan cheeses and raw and grilled vegetables, big chafing dishes of fragrant casseroles, berries and apples with a variety of sauces, an array of local wines and water from Calistoga. The abundance was almost overwhelming to Tess.
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feast
isabel-johansen
spread
tess-and-isabel
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Susan Wiggs |