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boy in Astapor to make new Unsullied for the trade, though it will be years before they
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“If m'lady cares to wager her skin on that I won’t stop her . . . but if I was you, I’d |
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Across the field one column had washed over Harma Dogshead. Another smashed into
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“Eighteen times the Dothraki charged, and broke themselves on those shields and |
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here’s your meaning: Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar, ridden by Aegon, Rhaenys, and
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That morning she summoned her captains and commanders to the garden, rather than |
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respond.”
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inn where they spent the night. “He drank his blood from a big gold chalice.” The man |
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The fear that filled Sam then was worse than any fear he had ever felt before, and
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around them, and he could feel the cold seeping into his bones, the weight of the Wall |
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the Green Fork and the Blackwater, I can bloody well survive King loffrey’s wedding.
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about Aegon the Unnumbered or old Lord Plumm’s mighty manhood, I fear. I best see to |
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There was no rain that day, thankfully, and for once they made good time.
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the hands of House Clegane. You would think that I might have learned . . .” |
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Ser Jorah Mormont lingered. “Your Grace,” he said, too bluntly, “that was a mistake.
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“Why?” “Because you are so beautiful.” His hands were large and strong, and there |
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honest counsel and swift obedience, to defend your realm against your foes, to protect
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The singer had remained discreetly in the rear of the hall, but at Lady Arryn’s shout he |
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roses, wild mint, lady’s lace, daggerleaf, broom, prickly ben, harpy’s gold . . . He tried to
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wept for Ser Dontos Hollard, for Joff, for Tyrion, or for herself, Sansa could not say. “Is it |
