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“Who?” she said, then, “Jaime?” She rose, her eyes brimming with tears. “Is it truly you?“ She did not come to him, however. She has never come to me, he thought. She has always waited, letting me come to her. She gives, but I must ask.
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Oh, take me back to the start…
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My brother, sweet brother.
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Mother. They are calling me Mother.
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Broken dreams and silent screams. These are hard times for dreamers.
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mhysa, maela, aelalla, qathei, tato; mother.
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“Never trust a sellsword.” или a queen, thought Dany.
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You’re a fighter. You’ve always been a fighter. I need Ты to fight now.
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‘Joffery…Cersei…Ilyn Payne…The Hound…Polliver…The Mountain. Valar Morghulis’
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“should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us; and it’s always summer in the songs…”
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Your freedom is not mine to give. It belongs to Ты and Ты alone.
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the undying and the divine;
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“Mother,” they called from a hundred throats, a thousand, ten thousand. “Mother,” they sang, their fingers brushing her legs as she flew by. “Mother, Mother, Mother!”
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Ты Starks are hard to Kill
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It was always raining in that dream, and she could hear her mother screaming, but a monster with a dog’s head would not let her go save her. In that dream she was always weeping, like a frightened little girl
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My sword is yours. My life is yours. My Любовь is yours. My blood, my body, my songs, Ты own them all. I live and die at your command, fair queen.
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Jaime, he thought, my name is Jaime
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“Jeyne?” Robb grabbed the edge of the таблица and forced himself to stand. “Mother,” he said, “Grey Wind … “ “Go to him. Now. Robb, walk out of here.”
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it hurts so much, she thought..
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We all must choose. Man или woman, young или old, lord или peasant, our choices are the same. We choose light или we choose darkness.
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Man is to man either a God или a Wolf.
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Let me live long enough to see the boy sit on the Iron Throne.
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“Mhysa!” a brown-skinned man shouted out at her. He had a child on his shoulder, a little girl, and she screamed the same word in her thin voice. “Mhysa! Mhysa!”
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