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''So what if we have to part, We’ll be together again''
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''I will take what is mine''
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''You may survive us yet''
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''Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.''
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“There are no heroes. In life, the monsters win.”
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''Sansa had done nothing to make the commons hate her, no еще than Margaery Tyrell had done to win their love. Does she want me to Любовь her too?''
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''Of late it seemed to him as if the very stones of Winterfell had turned against him. If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?''
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Bran the boy and Summer the wolf. Ты are two, then? “Two,” he sighed, “and one.”
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“And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.”
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“One blast for rangers returning, two blasts for wildlings marching on the wall, three blasts for white walkers.”
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…and then Ты may learn that some Розы have steel thorns.
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''He had no crown nor scepter, no robes of silk and velvet, but it was plain to Jon that Mance Rayder was a king in еще than name.''
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There are no heroes…in life, the monsters win
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''Lemon cakes are my favorite, Sansa admitted.''
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