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It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell. But the old wolf's dead and young one's gone south to play the game of thrones, and all that's left us is the ghosts.
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George R.R. Martin |
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once the cow's been milked there's no squirting the cream back up her udder.
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George R.R. Martin |
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He was not born wealthy. In the world as I have seen it, no man grows rich by kindness.
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George R.R. Martin |
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I arrived here a King's Hand, riding through the gates at the head of my own sworn men, Tyrion reflected, and I leave like a rat scuttling through the dark, holding hands with a spider.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Small wonder he refused to marry. Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked?
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George R.R. Martin |
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Nothing discourages unwanted questions as much as a flow of pious bleating
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religion
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George R.R. Martin |
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We are the shield that guards the realms of men. You do not throw away your shield for no good purpose.
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George R.R. Martin |
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I have made kings and unmade them. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor.
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George R.R. Martin |
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There's naught to eat in the dark but flesh.
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flesh
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George R.R. Martin |
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I count no day as lived unless I have loved a woman, slain a foeman, and eaten a fine meal . . . and the days that I have lived are as numberless as the stars in the sky.
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George R.R. Martin |
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The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them,
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George R.R. Martin |
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Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.
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flux
gods
fire
sea
kill
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George R.R. Martin |
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Tell me, Bronn. If I told you to kill a babe... an infant girl, say, still at her mother's breast... would you do it? Without question? Without question? No. The sellsword rubbed thumb and forefinger together. I'd ask how much.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Every hurt is a lesson, and every lesson makes you better.
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George R.R. Martin |
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bed0c68
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My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind ... and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be you weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
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George R.R. Martin |
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When the two men were ten yards apart, the Red Viper stopped and called out, "Have they told you who I am?" Ser Gregor grunted through his breaths. "Some dead man."
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George R.R. Martin |
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Queen Jeyne would be safest behind the high, strong walls of Riverrun, with the Blackfish to protect her. Robb had even created him a new title, Warden of the Southern Marches.
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George R.R. Martin |
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She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but sometimes she felt like she was just a little girl after all.
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maturity
growing-up
childhood
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George R.R. Martin |
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In the world as I have seen it, no man grows rich by kindness.
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George R.R. Martin |
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718c538
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There was this to be said for weddings over battles, at least; it was less likely that someone would cut off your nose.
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George R.R. Martin |
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6e99626
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Who ever heard of a king without ears? Why, his crown would fall straight down to his neck!
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the-north
the-wall
king
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George R.R. Martin |
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He wondered how many lives had been snuffed out by that fart.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Ride with them, eat with them, fight with them, for as long as it takes.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Here, m'lord." She put her hands over his eyes from behind. "Can you guess what I'm wearing?" "Nothing?" "Oh, you're so smart," she pouted, snatching her hands away. "How did you know?" "You're very beautiful in nothing". "Am I?" She said. "Am I truly?" "Oh yes." "Then shouldn't you be fucking me instead of talking?"
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George R.R. Martin |
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A knight's a sword with a horse. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils and the lady's favors, they're silk ribbons tied round the sword. Maybe the sword's are prettier with ribbons hanging off it, but it will kill you just as dead.
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George R.R. Martin |
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bef85d7
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That made her laugh until she screamed. "Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits," and someone else said, "Make an end," and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she'd done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don't, don't cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold."
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George R.R. Martin |
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cb178b6
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There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him.
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George R.R. Martin |
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With scarcely a moment's respite, they began to play a very different sort of song. No one sang the words, but Catelyn knew "The Rains of Castamere" when she heard it. Edwyn was hurrying toward a door. She hurried faster, driven by the music. Six quick strides and she caught him. And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?"
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George R.R. Martin |
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1e9211e
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Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade in between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword.
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George R.R. Martin |
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Ser Rodrik shouted "Winterfell!" and rode to meet him, with Bronn and Chiggen beside him, screaming some wordless battle cry. Ser Willis Wode followed, swinging a spiked morningstar around his head. "Harrenhal! Harrenhal!" he sang. Tyrion felt a sudden urge to leap up, brandish his axe, and boom out, "Casterly Rock!" but the insanity passed quickly and he crouched down lower." --
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George R.R. Martin |
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Give me your word that you'll tell the queen what she wants to hear when she comes calling." "If I did, my word would be as hollow as an empty suit of armor. My life is not so precious to me as that."
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George R.R. Martin |
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They have been with you every day, my lord. Sansa prays quietly, but Arya ..." He hesitated. "She has not said a word since they brought you back. She is a fierce little thing, my lord. I have never seen such anger in a girl."
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George R.R. Martin |
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Dark wings, dark words," Ned said grimly."
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George R.R. Martin |
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8578461
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You have a bold tongue, little man. One day someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.
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George R.R. Martin |
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No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. It was alive with moonlight, translucent, a shard of crystal so thin that it seemed to almost vanish when seen edge on. There was a faint blue shimmer to the thing and a ghost light that played around its edges, and somehow Will knew that it was sharper than any razor.
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descriptive
imagery
cool
the-other
description
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He told me that a maester's collar is made of chain to remind him that he is sworn to serve," Jon said, remembering. "I asked why each link was a different metal. A silver chain would look much finer with his grey robes, I said. Maester Luwin laughed. A maester forges his chain with study, he told me. The different metals are each a different kind of learning, gold for the study of money and accounts, silver for healing, iron for warcraft. ..
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George R.R. Martin |
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My mind is my weapon.
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George R.R. Martin |
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I have a gift for you," the dwarf said to Bran. "Do you like to ride, boy?" Maester Luwin came forward. "My lord, the child has lost the use of his legs. He cannot sit a horse." "Nonsense," said Lannister. "With the right horse and the right saddle, even a cripple can ride." The word was a knife through Bran's heart. He felt tears come unbidden to his eyes. "I'm not a cripple!" "Then I am not a dwarf," the dwarf said with a twist of his mou..
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George R.R. Martin |
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Every inn in the city is full, and the whores are walking bowlegged and jingling with each step.
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George R.R. Martin |
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f7d5b21
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All the best swords have names." "Like Ice," she said. She looked at the blade in her hand. "Does this have a name? Oh, tell me." "Can't you guess?" Jon teased. "Your very favorite thing." Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together: "Needle!"
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George R.R. Martin |
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42289eb
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Will he now? We'll see. You tell him this, m'lord. You tell him he's bound on marching the wrong way. It's north he should be taking his swords. North, not south. You hear me?
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George R.R. Martin |
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38f81a5
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The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
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George R.R. Martin |
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The king eats, Robert had said, and the Hand takes the shit. How he had laughed. Yet he had gotten it wrong. The king dies, Ned Stark thought, and the Hand is buried.
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George R.R. Martin |