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Every eye was on the distant light. Closer, it turned into 2 lights. Then 3.
“The Bridge of Dream,” said Tyrion.
“Inconceivable,” said Haldon. “We’ve left the bridge behind. Rivers only run 1 way.”
“Mother Rhoyne runs how she will,” murmured Yandry.
“Seven save us,” said Lemore.
Ned began to drag himself through the mud, gritting his teeth at the agony in his leg. It seemed to take years. Faces watched from candlelit windows, but no one moved to help.
Littlefinger & the City Watch found him there in the street, cradling Jory Cassel’s body in his arms.
When Ser Corliss Penny wondered aloud whether an entire army had ever frozen to death in a winter storm, the wolves laughed. “This is no winter,” declared Big Bucket Wull. “Up in the hills we say that autumn kisses you, but winter fucks you hard. This is only autumn’s kiss.”
“I dreamt a wolf howling in the rain, but no one heard his grief,” the dwarf woman was saying. “I dreamt such a clangor I thought my head might burst, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the little bells.”
-the Ghost of High Heart
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It was then that Prince Daemon Targaryen leapt from one dragon to the other. As Aemond One-Eye looked up in terror, Daemon ripped off his nephew’s helm & drove Dark Sister down into his blind eye, so hard the point came out the back of the young prince’s throat.
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“It must be windy there,” the captain’s daughter observed.
He laughed. “Windy and cold and damp. A miserable hard place, in truth … but my lord father once told me that hard places breed hard men, and hard men rule the world.”
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Some of the dead men had been bald and some bearded, some young and some old, some short, some tall, some fat, some thin. Swollen in death, with faces gnawed and rotten, they all looked the same. ‘On the gallows tree, all men are brothers.’
-Brienne of Tarth
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Jaime hugged her, his good hand pressing against the small of her back. He smelled of ash, but the morning sun was in his hair, giving it a golden glow. She wanted to draw his face to hers for a kiss. Later, she told herself, later he will come to me, for comfort.
-Cersei
“Even if the queen returns, she’ll still be married.”
“Not if I give King Harzoo a little smack with my hammer,” suggested the big man.
“Hizdahr,” said Quentyn. “His name is Hizdahr.”
“One kiss from my hammer and no one will care what his name was.”
-Archibald Yronwood
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My son is leading a host to war, she thought, still only half believing it. She was desperately afraid for him & for Winterfell, yet she could not deny feeling a certain pride as well. A year ago he had been a boy. What was he now? she wondered.
-Catelyn Stark
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