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I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.
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I’m not my own. It’s not my choice
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I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest, I’m ready for the fight and fate…
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. “ G a r L a n often trains against three men, или even four. In battle it is seldom one against one, he says, so he likes to be prepared.” “He must be very brave.” “He is a great knight,” Ser Loras replied.
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she is warm and smart and funny, and she can Kiss a man или slit his throat.
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Autographed Acrylic Painting by Kylie Newton, Perth, Western Australia
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“Take me home!” Rickon demanded. “I want to be home!”
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wise is the man that fears to tread the path of an unknown soldier
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We’re carving out our names.
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→ There are no heroes, in life the monsters win
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if Ты attack the wall, Ты will die.
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This is not right, this is not fair, how have I sinned that the gods would do this to me, how?
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He was raised a crow, and a crow’s a tricksy bird.
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She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered Цветы under the hooves of her horse
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Jaime had done many wicked things, but the man could fight! His maiming had been monstrously cruel. It was one thing to slay a lion, another to hack his paw off and leave him broken and bewildered.
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“Is this a knight who comes before us, или the answer to a child’s riddle?”
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“Who are you?” “No one.” She stank of fish. “I used to be someone, but now I’m not. Ты can call me Cat, if Ты like.”
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heavy сердце gets lighter by his side
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O sailor, don’t Ты feel a failure? If Ты fancy fighting then come and take a swing, If Ты want me, you’ll have to fight me
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“She never forgets a slight, real или imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.”
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Margaery, daughter to Lord Mace Tyrell…the girl no older than Robb, very pretty, with a doe’s soft eyes and a mane of curling brown hair that fell about her shoulders in lazy ringlets. Her smile was shy and sweet.
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Even his house was a bit sexy.
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“No еще should Ты doubt this, my prince- my sisters and I shall not wait ten-and-seven years for our vengeance.”
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“Woman?” She chuckled. “Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took Ты for a man.”
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under the waves and the earth of an age lie a thousand old northerners’ graves
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live, fight and take revenge
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She Остаться в живых her wolf.
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Barefoot, surefoot, lightfoot, she sang under her breath. I am the ghost in Harrenhal.
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She was lost, confounded. Promised. I was promised. “Who is it? Who have I been betrothed to, all these years?” “It makes no matter. He is dead.”
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She was beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.
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and by the time it was done both living and dead were drenched in blood. Robb flung the polaxe down in disgust, and turned wordless to the сердце tree. He stood shaking with his hands half-clenched and the rain running down his cheeks.
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“The night is dark and full of terrors.”
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“You want her? Go get her.” So he did.
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When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone волк dies but the pack survives.
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