She narrowed her eyes. โWhat is our heartโs desire?โ โVengeance.โ His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. โJustice.โ Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, โFire and blood.
George R. R. MartinCatelyn had never liked this godswood. She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.
George R. R. MartinTyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies.
George R. R. MartinThe vast majority of writers out there, they finish their books and no one cares whether their book is late or ever comes out at all. And then it comes out and two reviews are published and it sells 12 copies.
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