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"there has been a white raven from the Citadel. Winter has come."

"This time she did laugh. It was funny, terribly funny, hideously funny. “The gods make japes of all our hopes and plans.”"

"She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?”
“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood"

"No, ser, I think not. I’ll die warm, if you please, with a sword in hand running red with lion blood."

“She felt as if she were floating above herself, watching the horror as if it were happening to some other woman, to some stupid girl who thought she was a knight."