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Now, Bran,the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die.
Death reached for him, screaming.
Bran spread his arms & flew.
Wings unseen drank the wind & pulled him upward. It was better than climbing. Better than anything. The world grew small beneath him.
“I’m flying!”he cried out in delight.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

-Tyrion Lannister
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They are my children, she told herself, and if the maegi spoke truly, they are the only children I am ever like to have.

-Daenerys Targaryen
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“When Stark changed into a wolf his northmen did the same.The mark of the beast on them all.”
The man was smirking as he told the tale. Davos wanted to peel his lips off with a knife. “Ser, may I have your name?”
“Ser Jared, of House Frey.”
“Jared of House Frey, I name you liar.”

“You make him sound so sour,” Dany protested.

“Not sour, no, but … there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense …” The old man hesitated again.

“Say it,” she urged. “A sense …?”

“… of doom. He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.”

Later, when Ser Corliss Penny wondered aloud if 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.”

“The horse may be half-blind but I know where I must go.”
“My lady, you do not have to do this. The risk—”
“—is mine, Lord Snow. And I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better than all your black-cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.”

-Val

Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts & narrow waist & a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes. Many called her beautiful.
She was not beautiful.
She was red, and terrible, and red.

“Do you deny it?”
Wyman Manderly bit a sausage in half. “I confess…” He wiped grease from his lips. “…I confess that I know little of this poor boy. How old was the lad?”
“Nine.”
“So young. Though mayhaps this was a blessing. Had he lived, he would have grown up to be a Frey.”

A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness.

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