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“You!”the iron captain called across the carnage. “You of the rose! Be you the lord of Southshield?”

The other raised his visor to show a beardless face. “His son & heir. Ser Talbert Serry.And who are you, kraken?”

“Your death.”Victarion bulled forward.
Serry leapt to meet him.

“Why do you let people call you a dog? You won’t let anyone call you a knight.”

“I like dogs better than knights … A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he’ll look you straight in the face.” He cupped her under the jaw, raising her chin.

-Sansa & Sandor
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“Under the sea mermen feast on
starfish soup, & all the serving men
are crabs. I know, I know, oh oh oh.”

Melisandre’s face darkened. “That creature is dangerous. Many a time
I have glimpsed him in my flames. Sometimes there are skulls about
him, & his lips are red with blood.”

“Justice.” Thoros smiled wanly. “I remember justice. It had a pleasant taste. Justice was what we were
about when Beric led us, or so we
told ourselves. We were king’s men, knights, and heroes… but some
knights are dark and full of terror, my
lady. War makes monsters of us all.”

“Valar Morghulis.”

-Arya Stark
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“I’m here,” Bran said, “only I’m broken. Will you … will you fix me … my legs, I mean?”
“No,” said the pale lord. “That is beyond my powers.”
Bran’s eyes filled with tears. We came such a long way.
“You will never walk again, Bran,” the pale lips promised, “but you will fly.”

No one has ever reopened the mines of Castamere. The halls and keeps above them, put to the torch by Tywin Lannister, stand empty to this day, a mute testament to the fate that awaits those foolish enough to take up arms against the lions of the Rock.

#TheRainsOfCastamere

Staring at the night sky, trying not to feel the pain up his right arm. The night was strangely beautiful. The moon was a graceful crescent & he had never seen so many stars. How can such a night be beautiful? he asked himself. Why would the stars want to look down on such as me?

Some instinct made her lift her hand
and cup his cheek with her fingers.
The room was too dark for her to see
him, but she could feel the stickiness
of the blood, and a wetness that was
not blood. “Little bird,” he said once
more, his voice raw and harsh as
steel on stone.

“In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him.”

-Melisandre of Asshai
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