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they grow quickly now, and when they are grown i shall have my wings. mounted on a dragon, she could lead her own men into battle, as she had in astapor, but as yet they were still too small to bear her weight.
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“khaleesi,” aggo murmured, “there sits balerion, come again.”
— daenerys i, a clash of kings
“she is the widow of a dothraki khal, a mother of dragons and sacker of cities, aegon the conqueror with teats.”
— tyrion vi, a dance with dragons
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"i know as much of war as you do, crow's eye," asha said. "aegon targaryen conquered westeros with dragons."
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“i dreamed about the queen,” he said. “i was on my knees before her, swearing my allegiance, but she mistook me for my brother, jaime, and fed me to her dragons.”
“let us hope this dream was not prophetic...”
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“what good are hostages if you will not take their heads?” in his eyes, she was only a weak woman.
hazzea was enough.
what good is peace if it must be purchased with the blood of little children?
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“i regret if we caused you alarm. if truth be told, we were not certain, we expected someone more... more...”
“regal?” dany laughed. she had no dragon with her, and her raiment was hardly queenly.
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you are a queen, her bear said. in westeros.
“it is such a long way,” she complained. “i was tired, jorah. i was weary of war. i wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. i am only a young girl.”
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i was a child yesterday. today i am a woman. tomorrow i will be old. to each of you i say, give me your hands and your hearts, and there will always be a place for you.
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“he might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.”
— jon viii, a storm of swords.
“though young girls have been known to be fickle. i may still want a magic sword.”
— daenerys iv, a dance with dragons.
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dany knew just enough about horses to know that this was no ordinary animal. there was something about her that took the breath away. she was grey as the winter sea, with a mane like silver smoke.
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