She 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.
George R. R. MartinHis dagger was out, poised at her throat. โSing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
George R. R. MartinI dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.
George R. R. MartinNo man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard.โ Tyrion Lannister raised an eyebrow. โI am not threatening the king, ser, I am educating my nephew. Bronn, Timett, the next time Ser Boros opens his mouth, kill him.โ The dwarf smiled. โNow that was a threat, ser. See the difference?
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