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"Look at her. That silver-gold hair, those purple eyes… she is the blood of old Valyria, no doubt, no doubt…"
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and i was promised the glorious ending of a knight, but the crown is out of sight
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but rises again, harder and stronger
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We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
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→ I must walk, and do not let me stumble
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"The city is yours my queen."
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I know one thing. I know that Ты are Wildling to the bone.
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"…yet she stepped out all the same"
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“You didn’t conquer them, Ты liberated them.”
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“Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
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I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki! I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me! The Далее time Ты raise a hand to me will be the last time Ты have hands…
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She thought of all the names that she had worn. She thought of that stupid girl from Winterfell called Arya. Names did not matter.
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"People learn to Любовь their chains."
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“Maela,” some called her, while others cried “Aelalla” или “Qathei” или “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother.”
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"A man must know how to look before he can hope to see"
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in ten years, who knows what treasons she may hatch
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Your father and I worked еще closely than Ты know … but now he is gone.
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"She had never seen hair so long, so black, so thick."
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If I am ever a queen, I'll make them Любовь me.
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She was weeping and her tears were flame.
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I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the огонь that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
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The rain had washed the guard’s blood off her fingers, she wore a sword across her back, Волки were prowling through the dark like lean grey shadows, and Arya Stark was unafraid.
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you’re everything a big bad волк could want
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Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces.
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He turned back to the red priestess. Jon could feel her warmth. She has power.
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Don’t trust anyone. Life is safer that way.
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