Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.
George R. R. MartinShe just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.
George R. R. MartinWhat do you like to do?โ She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. โNeedlework.โ โVery restful, isnโt it?โ โWell,โ said Arya, โnot the way I do it.
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