If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one.
George R.R. MartinOnce, so tormented she could not sleep, Dany slid a hand down between her legs, and gasped when she felt how wet she was. Scarce daring to breathe, she moved her fingers back and forth between her lower lips, slowly so as not to wake Irri beside her, until she found one sweet spot and lingered there, touching herself lightly, timidly at first and then faster. Still, the relief she wanted seemed to recede before her, until her dragons stirred, and one screamed out across the cabin, and Irri woke and saw what she was doing.
Dany knew her face was flushed, but in the darkness Irri surely could not tell. Wordless, the handmaid put a hand on her breast, then bent to take a nipple in her mouth. Her other hand drifted down across the soft curve of belly, through the mound of fine silvery-gold hair, and went to work between Dany's thighs. It was no more than a few moments until her legs twisted and her breasts heaved and her whole body shuddered. She screamed then. Or perhaps that was Drogon. Irri never said a thing, only curled back up and went back to sleep the instant the thing was done.
Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery.
George R.R. MartinCuando se juega al juego de tronos, solo se puede ganar o morir.
George R.R. MartinIl meta-lupo non aveva risposte. Leccò il viso di Jon con la sua lingua
umida e ruvida come una raspa. Gli occhi di Spettro intercettarono gli ultimi
raggi del sole, scintillando come due enormi stelle colore del sangue.
"Occhi rossi" notò Jon "ma diversi da quelli di Melisandre." Gli occhi di
Spettro erano come quelli degli alberi-diga. "Occhi rossi, bocca rossa, pelliccia
bianca. Sangue e ossa, come un albero-cuore. Spettro, tu appartieni
agli antichi dèi." E di tutti i meta-lupo degli Stark, Spettro era l'unico con il
pelo bianco. Avevano trovato sei cuccioli, lui e Robb, nella neve di fine estate.
Cinque erano grigi, neri e marrone, per i cinque ragazzi Stark. L'ultimo
era bianco. Come snow, neve.
A quel punto, Jon Snow ebbe la sua risposta.
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Beneath it his skin was milky white, serene and unlined, ready to begin anew, ready for the world to write upon it.
George R.R. MartinIt is my look they will flinch from now, my frown that they must fear.
George R.R. MartinKnow the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.
George R.R. MartinFighting is better than this waiting,” Brienne said. “You don’t feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you’re armored it’s hard for anyone to hurt you.”
“Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her.
Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.
Mots clés battle ladies knights brienne childbed
Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night...
Yet when she slept that night, she dreamt the dragon dream again. Viserys was not in it this time. There was only her and the dragon. Its scales were black as night, wet and slick with blood. Her blood, Dany sensed. Its eyes were pools of molten magma and when it opened its mouth, the flame came roaring out in a hot jet. She could hear it singing to her. She opened her arms to the fire, embraced it, let it swallow her whole, let it cleanse her and temper her and scour her clean. She could feel her flesh sear and blacken and slough away, could feel her blood boil and turn to steam, and yet there was no pain. She felt strong and new and fierce.
And the next day, strangely, she did not seem to hurt quite as much.
Mots clés strength dragons overcoming-pain
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