The Iron Throne is mine by rights. All those who deny that are my foes." "The whole of the realm denies it, brother," said Renley. "Old men deny it with their death rattle, and unborn children deny it in their mothers' wombs. They deny it in Dorne and they deny it on the Wall. No one wants you for their king. Sorry.
George R. R. MartinThe pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall after all.
George R. R. MartinShe 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.
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