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had come across his northerly camp and he feared that they
again she saw pain and fear and rank disbelief through
best outlive this one, or the Freys are done. “You are
Black Walder Frey?” He leaned forward. “Why not you
Indian family, who had come to trade in a canoe from Caylen,
He felt his phantom fingers twitching. “Aerys is no part
“As for Ser Loras, I am certain Margaery took pains to
scars, Ser Goodwin had warned her, when she asked him to
fowls, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, and cattle; the order
the sisters were a wall. By that time, the princess would
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the steps again, finding himself now nearly up to his armpits
Theysaunteredthroughthefragrantlanes,asiftheirloiteringwouldprolongthetimeandcheckthefiery-footedste ...
“I don’t want to see,” said Robert, but Mya paid
"Isthereanythingelsetocorrectinthehistory,senor"Nodoubtthereis,"repliedhe;"butnotanythingthatwillbeo ...
has joined the fight, but all that seemed far away and
himasifhewasanalmondcake?Andwhentheywanttogiveusapictureofabattle,afterhavingtoldusthatthereareamill ...
you brush out the tangles, he hates that.” One of the
"Ipromisethee,Sancho,"saidDonQuixote,"theauthorofourhistorywillbesomesageenchanter;fortosuchnothingt ...
heavy rain set in, which was hardly sufficient to drive
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He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
Shelookedupathimwithalovelylightofpleasureinherfaceattheidea."How,sir?CanIwalkitbetweenafternoon-ser ...
know that a castle once stood here.” Jaime got to his
onethatisoutofhiswitsandenchanted,asyouhaveventuredtouttersuchblasphemiesagainstathingsouniversallya ...
her throat from ear to ear. When we found her by the river
architecture,andwhentheyhadlefttheskylighthesaidtotheemperor,'Athousandtimes,yourSacredMajesty,theim ...
are larger. The maesters say large breasts produce no more
Sancho,"notofthosewhohavethefatofanoldChristianfourfingersdeepontheirsouls,asIhave.Nay,onlylookatmyd ...
sought her out. She did not know that he had even better
Thus,inhisragedestroyed,hisshapelessfaceStoodfoulwithcrimsonflow.Thevictors'shoutGladtotheskyarose;n ...
He paused for a moment, hoping to be able to lower the
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“She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead,”
748845intothedeepburninggulfthatopenedinthemidstofRome?What,inoppositiontoalltheomensthatdeclaredagainsthi ...
gloves lined with fur to match her riding boots. When she’d
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“Music soothes him,” she corrected, “the high harp
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her arms, and laughed shrilly, insanely. Then she turned
17239895And,lastofall,Mrs.Masonreturned;and,summoningher"youngpeople"oncemoreintotheparlour,shereadaprayerbe ...
blade bit through his rags and opened a gash in his chainmail,
9552youmaylikeordislikewhatIamgoingtosay,butthefactofthematteris,mymaster,DonQuixote,isjustasmuchenchant ...
was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The
416756817Normissedtheiraim,forrangagainsthisshieldDartafterdartunerring,andhishelmInbrokenfragmentspressedupo ...
Arianne decided that she must needs be more subtle. Cedra
382788quarters,anddeviltakethemaraveditopay."WhilethisconversationpassedbetweenSanchoPanzaandhiswife,DonQu ...
high, and her cell was nearly at the top. Arianne eyed
1379416482anotherinafight.Sanchoalonewasfrantic,forhecouldnotfreehimselffromthegraspofoneofthecanon'sservants, ...
cleft in the rock to keep him out of the cold wind. Alayne
33"Nay,Sancho,"returnedTeresa;"marryhertoherequal,thatisthesafestplan;forifyouputheroutofwoodenclogsin ...
unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,
53349177Ruthsprangforwardtoshakethehornyhandstretchedforwardintheactionofblessing.Shepresseditbetweenbothofh ...
I know this man, Brienne thought. “You are the Hound.”
8453151master,building,perhaps,uponsomejudicialastrologythathemayhaveknown,thoughthehistorysaysnothingabout ...
On went the Eurasian, up to her waist in the flood, with
772619"Well,Iwon'tthistime"--recollectingthattheremightbesomeawkwardnessinaccountingtohismotherforthemeans ...
after Arianne had painted a vivid picture of Garin throwing
7859certainparchmentmanuscriptsinGothiccharacter,butinCastilianverse,containingmanyofhisachievements,and ...
just teases. She never lets me do any more than . . .”
253993numerousthatonewouldfancytheplacehadbeenturnedintothepastoralArcadia,sofullisitofshepherdsandsheep-f ...
up to meet her. No, I mustn’t think of that. I mustn’t!
61827"Thatisnowonder,"saidDonQuixote;"fortherearemanydivineswhoarenogoodforthepulpit,butexcellentindetect ...
mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
8326159Ruthsmiled."Itis,indeed,sir.Ourworkroommustbesodifferenttoanythingyoueversaw.Ithinkyoumusthavepassed ...
Septa Moelle. “I cannot speak to this. I can only swear
164137maybethatweshallfindherawake.""Bodyofthesun!whatpalaceamItoleadto,"saidSancho,"whenwhatIsawherhighne ...
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He divided his small following into two parties, entrusting
“Only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry
bearded, brawny, with a broken nose that had healed badly.
she know?” She did not wait for an answer. “He has
He strove to peer about him, but the feeble ray of the
Bors one day. “Are they still hunting for him?” The
I’ll grant your men their lives. Those who wish to remain
hair was black as a raven’s wing, so short and shaggy
said that his boys were resting and gaining strength after
and an ice storm that transformed the castle into crystal
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he often spent much time with the white foreman of the
of all the mules who’d passed this way, until they resembled
his lap. “I have made a marriage contract for you.”
“Go and tell your lord husband and make arrangements
might have noticed the reduced numbers of his following.
asked Ser Forley Prester. “What could he gain from such
. . . no, you would never dare make enemies of such Houses.”
is not for me.” He studied her face for a long moment
numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble
perhaps. Our own supplies are ample, though I fear we did
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