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“Tommen was all of eight. He reminded her of her own little brother, Bran. They were of an age. Bran was back at Winterfell, a cripple, yet safe. Sansa would have given anything to be with him.”
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“I loved a maid as red as autumn with sunset in her hair”
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"I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft... the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.”
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"When the moonstones hung from Sansa’s ears and about her neck, the queen nodded. “Yes. The gods have been kind to you, Sansa. You are a lovely girl. It seems almost obscene to squander such sweet innocence on that gargoyle.”"
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“She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.”
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“She ought to be crying too, she thought, but the tears would not come. Perhaps she had used up all her tears for Lady and Bran.”
“The gods are just, thought Sansa. Robb had died at a wedding feast as well. It was Robb she wept for.”
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“The winters are hard, but the Starks will endure. We always have." – Ned Stark
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"Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me."
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“Sansa Stark went up the mountain, but Alayne Stone is coming down”
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“Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor.”
“Arya was a trial. Half a boy, half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire.”
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