It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.
George R. R. MartinThe letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?โ Stannis snorted. โCeltigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.
George R. R. MartinThe morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.
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