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”The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords.”
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They say he can’t be killed.
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i am a master hunter. i cured my skin, now nothing gets in. nothing, not as hard as it tries.
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No shield, no breastplate, no chainmail, not even boiled leather, only розовый satin and Myrish шнурок, кружева
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“You are Arya Stark of Winterfell, daughter of the North. Ты told me Ты could be strong. Ты have the волк blood in you.”
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“We are his heirs, Jaime.”
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Ты must not forget your name.
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Lady Melisandre wore no crown, but every man there knew that she was Stannis Baratheon’s real queen.
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How could I ever have loved that wretched creature? she wondered after he had gone. He was your twin, your shadow, your other half, another voice whispered. Once, perhaps, she thought. No longer. He has become a stranger to me.
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”A man hears the whisper of sand in a glass. A man will not sleep until a girl unsays a certain name. Now, evil child.” I’m not an evil child, she thought, I am a direwolf, and the ghost of Harrenhal.
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The Boltons have always been as cruel as they are cunning, but this one seems a beast in human skin
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I am a knight of sorts myself. A champion of light and life
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The frightened child who sheltered in my mance died on the Dothraki Sea, and was reborn in blood and fire. This dragon Queen who wears her name is a true Targaryen.
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so how shall we pass the time?
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i should have been with him.
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“Be quiet, monster, unless Ты mean to make me gag you.
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She’s warm and smart and funny and she can Kiss a man или slit his throat
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If I were a woman I’d be Cersei.
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Wait for me, little cat,’ he’d say. ‘wait for me… and i’ll come back to you.’
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To the wet sea-boy in an час so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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Ты think i’m fighting this war so they’ll sing songs about me? i want to go home. i want the men following me to go home.
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Here, this should help Ты remember…
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“It was only a замок when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell.”
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“Are Ты Arya of House Stark?” “I am no one.”
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Kraznys’ High Valyrian was twisted and thickened by the characteristic growl of Ghis&flavored here&there with words of slaver argot.Dany understood him well enough,but she smiled&looked blankly at the slave girl,as if wondering what he might have сказал(-а)
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Ser Loras brushed the hilt of his sword lightly with his hand. Its grip was white leather, its pommel a rose in alabaster. “Renly is dead. Robar as well. What use to speak of them?”
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A hundred years ago, Daenerys Targaryen came to Dorne to make a peace. Now another comes to make a war.
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All my life men like Ты have sneered at me. And all my life I’ve been knocking men like Ты into the dust.
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“[Edmure] was young, and еще gallant than wise. He would try to hold every inch of his soil, to defend every man, woman and child who named him lord.”
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If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay. Theon grabbed Jeyne about the waist and jumped.
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. . mother of dragons, daughter of death …
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I could have that head on a spike by now.
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Do Ты hear them screaming? All those burning men in the water, crying for their mothers, for their gods for help?
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Jojen Reed was thirteen, only four years older than Bran. Jojen wasn’t much bigger either, no еще than two inches или maybe three
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