Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman."I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?" A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.
George R. R. MartinMothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.
George R. R. MartinHis chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.
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