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"Li o primeiro conto e amei DEMAIS. eu AMO ASOIAF. Agora tô me perguntando se já leio os próximos ou enrolo um pouco... já basta esperar por Ventos do Inverno, não quero sofrer mais esperando eternamente por contos novos do Dunk e do Egg 💔" — Dec 15, 2025 05:41PM
"Li o primeiro conto e amei DEMAIS. eu AMO ASOIAF. Agora tô me perguntando se já leio os próximos ou enrolo um pouco... já basta esperar por Ventos do Inverno, não quero sofrer mais esperando eternamente por contos novos do Dunk e do Egg 💔" — Dec 15, 2025 05:41PM
“I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.”
― A Clash of Kings
― A Clash of Kings
“I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all …a day … an hour ...
...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
But not today. It could not be today.”
― A Clash of Kings
...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
But not today. It could not be today.”
― A Clash of Kings
“Valar Morghulis.”
― A Clash of Kings
― A Clash of Kings
“The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.”
― A Clash of Kings
― A Clash of Kings
“Foes and false friends are all around me, Lord Davos. They infest my city like roaches, and at night I feel them crawling over me.” The fat man’s fingers coiled into a fist, and all his chins trembled. “My son Wendel came to the Twins a guest. He ate Lord Walder’s bread and salt, and hung his sword upon the wall to feast with his friends. And they murdered him. Murdered, I say, and may the Freys choke upon their fables. I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter…but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.”
― A Dance with Dragons
― A Dance with Dragons
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