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"I, however, a tropical bird, was cold - cold one way outdoors and cold another way indoors, ceaselessly and more or less thoroughly cold." Girl, same. Except it's Winter...in the UK.

But, as often happens, in great sorrow, as in great storms, the abyss lies between the crests of two waves.

When I was at my desk in the back row, I returned to my book. The characters were kissing now. Could love really make the world stop? Why did it make every female character feel alive? Wasn't she alive before she met him? Or was she in some zombie-like, comatose state? How did love change that, and more importantly, why couldn't I seem to get enough of this unrealistic crap?

My dear Mina, why are men so noble when we women are so little worthy of them? Here was I almost making fun of this great-hearted, true gentlemen.

I am no longer young. And my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one; men know him not - and to know not is to care not for.

The Targaryens are legit cursed. And the poor dragons! My favourite characters are the dragons and they're all gone :( god damn it GRRM - what is your trauma?

This is brutal :(

It's time for the freezer with this one - GRRM always does me dirty.

It does not deserve the hype.

I have a bad feeling.

As she pushed off, she knew no one would ever see this sandbar again. The elements had created a brief and shifting smile of sand, angled just so. The next tide, the next current would design another sandbar, and another, but never this one. Not the one who caught her. The one who told her a thing or two.

Like everything else in the universe, we tumble toward those of higher mass.

She laughed for his sake, something she'd never done. Giving away another piece of herself just to have someone else.

How much do you trade to defeat lonesomeness?

Jodie had said that if a bird had become different from the others - disfigured or wounded - it is more likely to attract a predator, so the rest of the flock will kill it, which is better than drawing in an eagle, who might take one of them in the bargain.

The hen squealed, looked around with wild eyes at her own flock assaulting her.

Fenrir 😍 give the poor man a hug!!!

This unsightly condition is only temporary. Don't be sad. Don't fear. I will place you somewhere where the fish and birds can strip away all this broken flesh. It will soon be gone. Then you will be a handsome skull and handsome bones. I will put you in good order and you can rest in the Sunlight and the Starlight. The Statues will look down on you with Blessing.

I realised that the search for the Knowledge has encouraged us to think of the House as if it were a sort of riddle to be unravelled, a text to be interpreted, and that if ever we discover the Knowledge, then it will be as if the Value has been wrested from the House and all that remains will be mere scenery...The House is valuable because it is the House. It is enough in and of itself. It is not the means to an end.

There are gaps in the story, no tension between the MMC and MFC, and their characterisations feel plastic and shallow.

I will keep reading because the one thing I am interested in finding out is the origin story of vampires.

Blanche...is a dick?