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‘He is no true knight but he saved me all the same,’ she told the Mother. ‘Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.’
-Sansa Stark
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Ten thousand of your children perished in my palm, Your Grace, she thought… Whilst you snored, I would lick your sons off my face & fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. You claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness I would eat your heirs.
-Cersei Lannister
Robb seemed puzzled. “Is this some trap, Lannister? What’s Bran to you? Why should you want to help him?”
“Your brother Jon asked it of me. And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples & bastards & broken things.” Tyrion Lannister placed a hand over his heart & grinned.
What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that,but now one & now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a 1000 yrs. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt & smoke. The dragons prove it.
“You Starks are hard to kill.”
“You Lannisters had best remember that.”
-Tyrion Lannister & Robb Stark
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The arm the priest had healed was hideous to look upon, pork crackling from elbow to fingertips. Sometimes the skin would split & smoke, yet the arm was stronger than it had ever been. “Two gods are with me now,” Victarion told the dusky woman. “No foe can stand before two gods.”
“Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died.”
-Jorah Mormont
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“No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap.”
“There is the window. Leap.” Victarion had no patience for this. His wounded hand was troubling him. “What do you want?”
“The world.” Firelight glimmered in Euron’s eye. His smiling eye.
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“So many vows … Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other.”
“Jon Snow,” she told him, when he’d spent his seed inside her, “don’t move now, sweet. I like the feel of you in there, I do. Let’s not go back t’ Styr and Jarl. Let’s go down inside, and join up with Gendel’s children. I don’t ever want t’ leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever.”