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Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.
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heroes
loras-tyrell
jaime-lannister
villains
knights
legend
memory
stories
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George R.R. Martin |
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baa4fb5
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War seems like a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know. Then they get a taste of battle. For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they've been gutted by an axe. They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now, They take the wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water. If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron half helm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the small folk whose land they're fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad in all steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world. And the man breaks.
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war
knight
knights
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George R.R. Martin |
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9b2fffe
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I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.
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knights
woodsmen
hearts
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Holly Black |
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48c2d82
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"A great battle is a terrible thing," the old knight said, "but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart."
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struggle
true
strength
heartbreak
hope
hope-for-the-hopeless
hopefulness
keep-the-faith
struggling
george-r-r-martin
warriors
hardship
strength-through-adversity
knights
searching
dead
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George R.R. Martin |
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451c675
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"This is beyond understanding." said the king. "You are the wisest man alive. You know what is preparing. Why do you not make a plan to save yourself?" And Merlin said quietly, "Because I am wise. In the combat between wisdom and feeling, wisdom never wins." --
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magic
love
wisdom
merlin
king-arthur
knights
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John Steinbeck |
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f786b12
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The main hallway of the Sternwood place was two stories high. Over the entrance doors, which would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn't have any clothes on but some very long and convenient hair. The knight had pushed the vizor of his helmet back to be sociable, and he was fiddling with the knots on the ropes that tied the lady to the tree and not getting anywhere. I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later have to climb up there and help him. He didn't seem to be really trying.
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humor
efficiency
rescue
propriety
knights
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Raymond Chandler |
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c5c34d1
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"Fighting is better than this waiting," Brienne said. "You don't feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you're armored it's hard for anyone to hurt you." "Knights die in battle," Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. "As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them."
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childbed
brienne
knights
ladies
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George R.R. Martin |
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2d82061
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I have seen too many men go down, and I never permit myself to forget that one day, through accident or under the charge of a younger, stronger knight, I too will go down.
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heroic
ups-and-downs
knights
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John Steinbeck |
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be985bd
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Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very well-lit woods where he vanished forever.
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knights
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Richard Brautigan |
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6cbc65b
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"Sweet lady," said Florian, "all men are fools, and all men are knights, where women are concerned."
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grrm
knights
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George R.R. Martin |
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82dbe24
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All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.
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knights
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George R.R. Martin |
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b0b57b4
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Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.
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sneaking
knights
stealth
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Tanya Huff |
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344ebfd
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The plain of Bedegraine was a forest of pavilions. They looked like old-fashioned bathing tents, and were every colour of the rainbow. ... There were heraldic devices worked or stamped on the sides ... Then there were pennons floating from the tops of the tents, and sheaves of spears leaning against them. The more sporting barons had shields or huge copper basins outside their front doors, and all you had to do was to give a thump on one of these with the butt-end of your spear, for the baron to come out like an angry bee and have a fight with you, almost before the resounding boom had died away. Sir Dinadain, who was a cheerful man, had hung a chamber-pot outside his.
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humour
chivalry
knights
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T.H. White |