His dagger was out, poised at her throat. โSing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
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. Martina few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.
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