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<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. "

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

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.