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"legge spor over vei, men ikke rett - med et snodd spor er det enklere å forsikre seg om at hunden faktisk følger sporet og ikke forventningene" — Oct 31, 2025 04:01AM
"legge spor over vei, men ikke rett - med et snodd spor er det enklere å forsikre seg om at hunden faktisk følger sporet og ikke forventningene" — Oct 31, 2025 04:01AM
“Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.”
― Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
― Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
“Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.”
― The Scar
― The Scar
“A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.”
― Perdido Street Station
― Perdido Street Station
“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
― A Storm of Swords
― A Storm of Swords
“How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much enjoyed the company of the man that he became... but every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. Tywin was big even when he was little.” She gave a sigh. “Who will protect us now?”
Jaime kissed her cheek. “He left a son.”
“Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth.”
That was a queer remark. “Why should you fear?”
“Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”
― A Feast for Crows
Jaime kissed her cheek. “He left a son.”
“Aye, he did. That is what I fear the most, in truth.”
That was a queer remark. “Why should you fear?”
“Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”
― A Feast for Crows
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