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Jon turned at the sudden sound of wings. Blue-grey feathers filled his eyes, as sharp talons buried themselves in his face.He saw the beak, but there was no time to get a hand up or reach for a weapon. Jon reeled backward, his foot lost the stirrup, & then he was falling.

“What is a valonqar? Some monster?” The golden girl did not like that foretelling. “You’re a liar & a warty frog & a smelly old savage, & I don’t believe a word of what you say. Come away, Melara. She is not worth hearing.”

-Cersei VIII, A Feast For Crows
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Someday I will teach you the meaning of “ill luck,” the queen had vowed.

-Cersei III, A Feast For Crows
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“You heard its call, and felt its power. It is a dragon horn, bound with bands of red gold and Valyrian steel graven with enchantments. The dragonlords of old sounded such horns, before the Doom devoured them. With this horn, ironmen, I can bind dragons to my will.”

Another small victory. Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

-Daenerys IX, A Dance With Dragons
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Can you drown in grief?

-Catelyn II, A Clash Of Kings
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Lord Karstark spit out a broken tooth. “Yes Lord Umber, leave me to the king. He means to give me a scolding before he forgives me. That’s how he deals with treason, our King in the North.” He smiled a wet red smile. “Or should I call you the King Who Lost the North, Your Grace?”

“I am looking for a maid of three-and-ten. A highborn maid and very beautiful, with blue eyes and auburn hair. She may have been traveling with a portly knight of forty years, or perhaps with a fool. Have you seen her?”

-Brienne I, A Feast For Crows
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“I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow.”

-Arya VIII, A Storm Of Swords
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The flesh had gone pudding soft in the water and turned the color of curdled milk. Beneath her ravaged scalp, her face was shredded skin and black blood where she had raked herself with her nails. But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated.