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Second time attempting to read it. Intro is about 60 pages long. I'm married, I work and study. Challenge accepted!!

It was her!

Up on the roof

No debemos tener secretos entre nosotros; trabajando juntos y con entera confianza podremos ser, con toda seguridad, más útiles y efectivos que si alguno de nosotros está sumido en la oscuridad.

During the middle ages there were all kinds of crazy ideas, such as that a piece of rhinoceros horn would increase potency.

誰想殺他？

"Gaceta de Westminster", 25 de septiembre
UN MISTERIO DE HAMPSTEAD

¿Qué significa todo esto? Estoy comenzando a preguntarme si mi larga costumbre de vivir entre locos no estará empezando a ejercer influencia sobre mi propio cerebro.

[...] Tan equivocada al respecto y a todo se encuentra la Historia como lo pueda estar yo, porque su saber es idiota, irrisorio, parcial, consanguíneo del mío, con el agravante de que no se sabe contradecir ni modificar, traicionarse ni negarse a sí mismo[...]

La tez blanca era ahora pálida, había rastro de hastío en sus ojos, habría habia había también mala índole.

Las historias asumidas en el tiempo ya no deben cambiarse, aunque se hayan encajado son explicación en su día: su falta de explicación acaba constituyéndose en la historia misma.

He llevado una existencia paralela que además no tenía continuidad, es dificilísimo estar al día, a esas edades nunca cuajan los intereses.

<spoiler> I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war. </spoiler>

Tyrion had scarcely touched the breakfast[...], so the food was welcome. He finished quickly. One done, seventy-six to come. Seventy-seven dishes, while there are still starving children in this city, and men who would kill for a radish.

Tyrion had scarcely touched the breakfast[...], so the food was welcome. He finished quickly. One done, seventy-six to come. Seventy-seven dishes, while thrower are still starving children in this city, and men who would kill for a radish.

"A knight's a sword with a horse. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils and the lady's favors, they're silk ribbons hanging round the sword. Maybe the sword's prettier [like that], but it will kill you just as dead. Well, bugger your ribbons[...] I'm the same as you. Only I don't lie about what I am. So kill me, but don't call me a murderer while [you stand there saying] your shit don't stink. You hear me?"

"He came to us from White Harbor, and never failed in his duty. He kept his vows as best he could, rode far, fought fiercely. We shall never see his like again." "And now his watch has ended," the black brothers said, in solemn chant. "And now his watch has ended," Mormont echoed. "Ended," cried his raven. "

"[...]A man who hates music can't be trusted, I always say."

In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like her brothers[...]. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.

To every man is given the key to the gates of heaven; the same key opens the gates of hell.

Authority may be a hint as to what the truth is, but is not the source of information.

Autumn in the narrow sea could often be wet and rainy, he remembered from years past. The days were not bad so long as the sun was shining, but the nights were growing colder and sometimes the wind would come gusting across the bay, driving a line of whitecaps before it, and before long Davos would be soaked and shivering. Fever and chills assaulted him in turn, and of late he had developed a persistent racking coug.

Carrie knew vaguely that Momma and Daddy Ralph had been Baptists once but had left the church when they became convinced that the Baptists were doing the work of the Antichrist. Since that time, all worship had taken place at home, Momma held worship on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. These were called Holy Days. Momma was the minister, Carrie the congregation. Service lasted from two to three hours.

No muy lejos, el padre observaba la escena.
Estaba encantado. Los institnos de Aymard no habían desaparecido. El fondo mismo de su ser seguía intacto: violento, rencoroso, colérico, incontrolable, desbordante... Lo único que había cambiado era el camino que seguían sus pulsiones, sus arrebatos de ira.
La purificación había sido un éxito total.

Los dos hombres recorrieron el borde del precipicio buscando un mejor ángulo de vista. Unos pasos más adelante, descubrieron un sendero que serpenteaba colina abajo y desaparecía entre los árboles. Heno Gui vio huellas humanas en el suelo.

Cuando el hierro de la hoja chocó contra el pestillo de la cerradura con un sonido duro y metálico, el vicario recordó el inquietante eco de los pasos del asesino en el corredor. Pensando en ello, Chuquet descargó la puñalada definitiva y abrió la puerta de un empujón.