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January 14, 2024
It was said that the children of the forest had carved the faces in the trees during the dawn centuries before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea.
It had been forged in Valyria, before the Doom had come to the old Freehold, when the ironsmiths had worked their metal with spells as well as hammers.
“There are darker things beyond the Wall.” She glanced behind her at the heart tree, the pale bark and red eyes, watching, listening, thinking its long slow thoughts.
Vaes Dothrak and the fabled lands beside the Jade Sea.
His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.”
The Dothraki called that land Rhaesh Andahli, the land of the Andals.
Viserys had been a boy of eight when they fled King’s Landing
Her brother Rhaegar battling the Usurper in the bloody waters of the Trident and dying for the woman he loved.
Princess Elia of Dorne pleading for mercy as Rhaegar’s heir was ripped from her breast and murdered before her eyes.
Kingslayer opened Father’s throat with a golden sword.
She had been born on Dragonstone nine moons after their flight, while a raging summer storm threatened to rip the island fastness apart.
Her mother had died birthing her, and for that her brother Viserys had never forgiven her.
Ser Willem Darry and four loyal men had broken into the nursery and stolen them both, along with her wet nurse, and set sail under cover of darkness for the safety of the Braavosian coast.
Ser Willem dimly, a great grey bear of a man, half-blind, roaring and bellowing orders from his sickbed.
The Usurper’s hired knives were close behind them, he insisted, though Dany had never seen one.
they called her brother “the beggar king.”
all they have taken from us, we will have it back.”
All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
“The fire is in our blood.”
so tall and fierce, fearless in battle, the best rider ever to mount a horse, a demon archer.
The line must be kept pure, Viserys had told her
“I take you for a king. Kings lack the caution of common men.
“The Lord of Light would hold our city walls against a million Dothraki, or so the red priests promise … yet why take chances, when their friendship comes so cheap?”
entry hall, where a mosaic of colored glass depicted the Doom of Valyria.
He is Aegon the Dragonlord come again,
“I’d let his whole khalasar fuck you if need be, sweet sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army.
Fifteen years past, when they had ridden forth to win a throne,
Lord of Storm’s End had been clean-shaven, clear-eyed, and muscled like a maiden’s fantasy.
Six and a half feet tall, he towered over lesser men, and when he donned his armor and the great antlered helmet of his House, he became a veritable giant. He’d had a giant’s strength too, his weapon of choice a spiked iron warhammer that Ned could scarcely lift. In th...
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the stag and the direwolf had joined to end the pretensions of the self-proclaimed King of the Iron Islands.
In Highgarden there are fields of golden roses that stretch away as far as the eye can see.
The fruits are so ripe they explode in your mouth—melons, peaches, fireplums, you’ve never tasted such sweetness.
Flowers everywhere, the markets bursting with food, the summerwines so cheap and so good that you can get drunk just breathing the air. Everyone is fat and drunk and rich.”
Robert Baratheon had always been a man of huge appetites, a man who knew how to take his pleasures.
were free to roam the castle now. He hoped not. The first Lords of Winterfell had been men hard as the land they ruled.
Brandon had been twenty when he died, strangled by order of the Mad King Aerys Targaryen
His father had been forced to watch him die. He was the true heir, the eldest, born to rule.
Lyanna had only been sixteen, a child-woman of surpa...
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Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned.
They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. The little crannogman, Howland Reed, had taken her hand from his. Ned could recall none of it.
On his breastplate was the three-headed dragon of his House, wrought all in rubies that flashed like fire in the sunlight.
The Lannisters are a great and noble House.
His smile was a flash of white teeth in the thicket of the huge black beard.
She was as beautiful as men said.
jeweled tiara gleamed amidst her long golden hair, its emeralds a perfect match for the green of her eyes.
Robb didn’t even have the sense to realize how stupid she was; he was grinning like a fool.
Joffrey Baratheon. He was twelve, younger than Jon or Robb, but taller than either, to Jon’s vast dismay.
The Lion and the Imp;
They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered “Kingslayer” behind his back.
