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Rickon had slashed at them with a rusted iron sword he’d snatched from a dead kings hand and Shaggydog had come slavering out of the darkness like a green-eyed demon.
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FANCAST | feat. Sarah Bolger as Jeyne Poole
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“Some septa trained Ты well. You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught Ты to recite.”
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intuition, wisdom and secret knowledge. something remains yet to be revealed, but patience must be observed. the influence of women.
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the promotion of well-being and security. maternal care, abundance and material wealth. fertility, security, achievement of goals and growth.
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→ Take my сердце and bury it in the sea
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we’ll go from car to sleeping car, and whisper in their sleeping ears, we were here, we were here
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There are no heroes… in life, the monsters win.
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→The rise of the Волки is near
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I have become a кислый woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and горький longings. There is an empty place within me where my сердце was once.
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mastery of the material world, creative action, self discipline and a willingness to take risks. an ability to recognise one’s own potential, the power to initiate, communication and wit.
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Ты know me. I’m Theon, Ты remember. I know Ты too. I know your name.
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"Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father’ s name. Instead he had chosen a black плащ and a Стена of ice. Instead he had chosen honour. A bastard’ s sort of honour.
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“What good’s a little bird, If she always stays the same?”
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A man can own a woman, and a man can own a knife, Ygritte had told him once, but no man can own both.
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Some instinct made her lift her hand&cup his cheek with her fingers.The room was too dark for her to see him,but she could feel the stickiness of the blood& a wetness that was not blood.'Little bird,'he сказал(-а) once more,his voice raw&harsh as steel on stone
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Oh! Sweet she was, and pure and fair. The maid with honey in her hair
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She did not remember Dragonstone either.They had run again,just before the Usurper’s brother set sail with his new-built fleet.By then only Dragonstone itself,the ancient сиденье, место, сиденья of their House,had remained of the Seven Kingdoms that had once been theirs.
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I had a dream my life would be, So different from this hell I’m living
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The dragon gave one last hiss and stretched out flat upon his belly. Black blood was flowing from the wound where the spear had pierced him, smoking where it dripped onto the scorched sands. He is огонь made flesh, she thought, and so am I.
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He could still hear her at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses.
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And Winterfell… grey granite, oak and iron, crows wheeling around the towers, steam rising off the hot pools in the godswood, the stone kings sitting on their thrones. How could Winterfell be gone?
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Our very own Helen of Troy
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''Targaryens have always danced too close to madness.''
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We may look easy pickings but we got some bite ,So never kick a dog because he’s just a pup, Ты better run for cover when the pup grows up
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Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody трава in that grove of ash, with the taste of огонь in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are Ты my mother, Thoros?
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I should have been with him. Where was I?
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“A lion still has claws, and mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours…”
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