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“I never knew that northmen made blood sacrifice to their heart trees.”

“There’s much and more you southrons do not know about the north,” Ser Bartimus replied.

-Davos IV, A Dance With Dragons
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Cersei glanced past Tommen, to where Margaery sat laughing with her father. ‘She is pretty enough,’ she had to admit, ‘but most of that is youth… Only a fool would ever claim she was more beautiful than I.’ The world was full of fools, however. So was her son’s court.

“My father had a saying too. Never wound a foe when you can kill him. Dead men don’t claim vengeance.”

“Their sons do,” said Hoster, apologetically.

“Not if you kill the sons as well. Ask the Casterlys if you doubt me. Ask Lord & Lady Tarbeck, or the Reynes of Castamere.”

Little Walder quartered the twin towers of Frey with House Crakehall and Darry, respectively. Big Walder’s quarterings were of House Blackwood and Paeges. ‘They must be hungry for honor,’ Bran thought as he watched them take up their lances. ‘A Stark needs only the direwolf.’

Ygritte claimed to be three years older than him, though she stood half a foot shorter; however old she might be, the girl was a tough little thing. She wasn’t wed and her weapon of choice was a short curved bow of horn and weirwood. She reminded him a little of his sister Arya.

Melisandre smiled. “Necromancy animates wights, yet they are still only dead flesh. Steel & fire will serve for them. The ones you call the Others are something more.”

“Demons made of snow & ice & cold,” said Stannis Baratheon. “The ancient enemy. The only enemy that matters.”

“You ask that? You, who killed your mother to come into the world? You are an ill-made, devious, disobedient, spiteful little creature full of envy,lust, & low cunning. Men’s laws give you the right to bear my name & display my colors, since I cannot prove that you are not mine.”

20 galleys were jammed together out there, maybe more… Wrecks, but packed so closely it was possible to leap from one deck to the other & so cross the Blackwater.
100s of Stannis Baratheon’s boldest were doing just that. ‘We made them a bloody bridge,’ Tyrion thought in dismay.

The wizard was a monster of a man, as tall as Victarion himself and twice as wide, with a tangle of bone-white hair that grew about his face like a lion’s mane. His skin was black… Blacker than coal, blacker than jet, blacker than a raven’s wing. Burned, Victarion thought.

Victarion drank with the rest. ‘There is no wine so sweet as wine taken from a foe.’ Someone had told him that once. His father, or his brother Balon. ‘One day I shall drink your wine, Crow’s Eye, and take from you all that you hold dear.’

-The Reaver, A Feast For Crows