I stayed sober for this?

George R.R. Martin


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If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.

George R.R. Martin


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No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!

George R.R. Martin


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You ought to see it when it blooms, all dark red flowers from horizon to horizon, like a see of blood. Come the dry season, and the world turns the color of old bronze. And this is only hranna, child. There are hundred kinds of grass out there, grasses as yellow as lemon and as dark as indigo, blue grasses and orange grasses and grasses as rainbows.

George R.R. Martin


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And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

George R.R. Martin

Mots clés pity



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She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.

George R.R. Martin


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Catelyn had never liked this godswood.

She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.

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I knew a brother drowned himself in wine once. It was a poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it."
"You drank the wine?"
"It's an awful thing to find a brother dead. You'd have need of a drink as well, Lord Snow.

George R.R. Martin


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A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough...and the parts that look like magic turn out to be the messiest of all.

George R.R. Martin


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Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear?
Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet
deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long
night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children
are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and
hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods

George R.R. Martin

Mots clés fear foreboding scary



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