Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods
George R. R. MartinNobody likes cravens,โ he said uncomfortably. โI wish we hadnโt helped him. What if they think weโre craven too?โ "You're too stupid to be craven,โ Pyp told him. โI am not,โ Grenn said. โYes you are. If a bear attacked you in the woods, youโd be too stupid to run away.โ โI would not,โ Grenn insisted. โIโd run away faster than you.โ He stopped suddenly, scowling when he saw Pypโs grin and realized what heโd just said.
George R. R. MartinLords are gold and knights steel, but two links can't make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tin and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people.
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