A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire #4)

by George R.R. Martin

Once he bet his new longship against a herd of goats that he could quench a hearthfire with no more than his cock. Aeron feasted on goat for a year, and named the longship Golden Storm, though Balon threatened to hang him from her mast when he heard what sort of ram his brother proposed to mount upon her prow.

If my wet nurse had looked like her, I’d still be on the teat. Mine had whiskers.” “Most goats do,” called Pyp,

Mance’s blood is no more royal than mine own.

u sure about that jonny boy

“Tommen has his mother.” Ser Kevan’s green eyes met her own, unblinking. A last drop of wine trembled wet and red beneath his chin, and finally fell. “Aye,” he added softly, after a pause, “and his father too, I think.”

SICK BURN KEVAN