I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.
George R. R. MartinDoes he think to scare me? Arya kissed him where his nose should be and plucked the grave worm from his eye to eat it, but it melted like a shadow in her hand. The yellow skull was melting too, and the kindliest old man that she had ever seen was smiling down on her. "No one has ever tried to eat my worm before," he said. "Are you hungry, child?" Yes, she thought, but not for food.
George R. R. MartinI never finished any of my early stories. They were all beginnings, an endless number of beginnings.
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