I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.โ He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. โI wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.
George R. R. MartinThe old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.
George R. R. MartinThe white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
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