He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.
George R. R. MartinIn a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. โDo it,โ says the king, โfor I am your lawful ruler.โ โDo it,โ says the priest, โfor I command you in the names of the gods.โ โDo it,โ says the rich man, โand all this gold shall be yours.โ So tell meโwho lives and who dies?
George R. R. MartinThe snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.
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