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I'm not him, I'm not the turncloak, he died at Winterfell. My name is Reek, It rhymes with freak
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George R.R. Martin |
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Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we bever mindedn if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she use to saym you have to visit them from time to time.
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George R.R. Martin |
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a1266d4
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Good and evil are silly lies, nonsense put forth to plague honest sensible men.
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George R.R. Martin |
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24b9c94
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and all his smiles belong to her and her alone.
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George R.R. Martin |
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May the Father judge him justly. Now, there's an awful prospect.
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George R.R. Martin |
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95fb588
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Would you throw your life away for pride?
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George R.R. Martin |
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You are in difficulty," she observed. "He will not come," Kraznys said. "There is a reason. A dragon is no slave." And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver's face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. The harpy's fingers had torn his features half to pieces with one slash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. "Drogon," she sang out loudly, sw..
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George R.R. Martin |
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e4ff822
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It is my look they will flinch from now, my frown that they must fear.
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George R.R. Martin |
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1f8573d
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People are dumb. I'll never get over how dumb people are.
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George R.R. Martin |
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61e8485
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El amor es un veneno. Un veneno dulce, si, pero un veneno que mata.
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George R.R. Martin |
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9300d0f
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His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck. "His elk?" said Meera, startled. "His ravens?" said Jojen. "Hodor?" said Hodor."
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George R.R. Martin |
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Hicbir sey bilmiyorsun Jon Kar. Hirsiz olan sizlersiniz. Butun dunyayi aldiniz ve ozgur insanlari disarida birakmak icin Sur'u insa ettiniz.
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kılıçların-fırtınası
ygritte
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George R.R. Martin |
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acb7f61
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What we want is not always what we get.
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George R.R. Martin |
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f9f1c98
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Lo peor no ha pasado. Lo peor no ha hecho mas que empezar, y no hay final feliz.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold ..."
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George R.R. Martin |
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That's pretty." He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name."
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George R.R. Martin |
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Sometimes he thinks of me as a child he must protect, and sometimes as a woman he would like to bed, but does he ever truly see me as his queen?
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queen
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George R.R. Martin |
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f723c5b
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No, but you have courage. Not battle courage perhaps but . . . I don't know . . . a kind of woman's courage.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Bones, Catelyn thought. This is not Ned, this is not the man I loved, the father of my children. His hands were clasped together over his chest, skeletal fingers curled about the hilt of some longsword, but they were not Ned's hands, so strong and full of life. They had dressed the bones in Ned's surcoat, the fine white velvet with the direwolf badge over the heart, but nothing remained of the warm flesh that had pillowed her head so many n..
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George R.R. Martin |
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4a09f78
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Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives.
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George R.R. Martin |
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2856f30
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Even now, it was hard for her to believe that he was truly gone. Some nights she would wake in darkness, half-asleep, and for an instant expect to find him there beside her.
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George R.R. Martin |
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If he didn't talk about it, maybe he would forget. He had never wanted to remember. It might not even be a true remembering." - Bran"
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George R.R. Martin |
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You are the winged wolf, but you will never fly... unless you open your eye." - Jojen"
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George R.R. Martin |
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I am afraid but I must be brave
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George R.R. Martin |
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f3bfebb
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Look around you, and take a good whiff. They're all liars here ... and every one better than you.
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George R.R. Martin |
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7779861
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He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.
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George R.R. Martin |
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67137bc
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The next morning the sea was calm again, the sun was shining, and the water was so blue and innocent a man might never know that under it my brother floated, dead with all his men.
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drowning
morning
innocence
duplicity
sea
lie
ocean
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George R.R. Martin |
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6f6ac42
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Terrible times breed terrible things, my lord.
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war
philosophical
greed
philosophy
environment
nurture
rulers
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George R.R. Martin |
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3f947d9
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Is that a crow I hear, calling the raven black?
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George R.R. Martin |
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0d60cfe
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I'm not an owl. I'm a wolf. I'll howl. -Arya Stark
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George R.R. Martin |
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36d48d4
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My father once told me that some men are not worth having," Jon finished. "A bannerman who is brutal or unjust dishonors his liege lord as well as himself."
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George R.R. Martin |
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498d7df
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He closed his third eye and opened the other two, the old two, the blind two.
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George R.R. Martin |
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ce978c3
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Shadow?" Davos felt his flesh prickling. "A shadow is a thing of darkness." "You are more ignorant than a child, ser knight. There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows."
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George R.R. Martin |
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f655ae5
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How can I lose something I have never owned?
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George R.R. Martin |
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27dacce
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He was a pitiful thing. He had always been a pitiful thing. Why had she never seen that before? There was a hollow place inside her where her fear had been.
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abuse-survivors
strength
overcoming-fear
self-reliance
escaping-abuse
game-of-thrones
self-worth
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George R.R. Martin |
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c32534c
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Thoren Smallwood, a sinewy ranger with a weak chin and a weaker mouth hidden under a thin scraggle of beard, gave Jon and Sam a cool look. He had been one of Alliser Thorne's henchmen, and had no love for either of them. "The Lord Commander's place is at Castle Black, lording and commanding," he told Mormont, ignoring the newcomers, "it seems to me." "If you are ever Lord Commander, you may do as you please," Mormont told the ranger, "but ..
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George R.R. Martin |
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All men must sleep, Bran. Even princes." "When I sleep I turn into a wolf." Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. "Do wolves dream?" "All creatures dream, I think, yet not as men do." "Do dead men dream?" Bran asked, thinking of his father. In the dark crypts below Winterfell, a stonemason was chiseling out his father's likeness in granite. "Some say yes, some no," the maester answered. "The dead themselves are silen..
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George R.R. Martin |
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e7d3e07
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It was one thing to go into battle with friends, and another to perish alone and despised.
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war
politics
a-song-of-ice-and-fire
george-rr-martin
grimdark
game-of-thrones
middle-ages
epic-fantasy
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George R.R. Martin |
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7f5e388
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Sansa sat with her hands folded in her lap, watching with a strange fascination. She had never seen a man die before. She ought to be crying too, she thought, but the tears would not come. Perhaps she had used up all her tears for Lady and Bran. It would be different if it had been Jory or Ser Rodrik or Father, she told herself. The young man in the blue cloak was nothing to her, some stranger from the Vale of Arryn whose name she had forgo..
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George R.R. Martin |
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7ae4626
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Music to my ears." Though not a tune I'm fond of."
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George R.R. Martin |
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a62a21a
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The Lannisters may have their pride," she told Mya, "but the Tullys are born with better sense."
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George R.R. Martin |
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cf19f3f
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The world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort of courage to admit to cowardice as Samwell Tarly had.
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George R.R. Martin |
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8c9d780
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In those days, the smell of leather and blood had clung to him like perfume. Now it was perfume that clung to him like perfume,
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George R.R. Martin |
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2b8df27
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If I were Mace Tyrell, I would sooner have Joffrey's head on a pike than his cock in my daughter.
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George R.R. Martin |