His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
George R.R. MartinTag: a-song-of-ice-and-fire sansa the-hound
Stop whimpering and snapping at me, I'm sick of it. Keep your mouth shut and do as I tell you, and maybe we'll even be in time for your uncle's bloody wedding.
George R.R. MartinTag: foreshadowing the-hound ayra
The septons preach the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.
George R.R. MartinTag: the-hound
Spare me your empty little compliments, girl.... and you ser's. I am no knight. I spit on them and their vows.
George R.R. MartinTag: the-hound
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