We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.
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Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.''Girls don't shave', Arya said.'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?
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Laughter is poison to fear.
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A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
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His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
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Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?
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Lord Snow wants to take my place now.' He sneered. 'I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs.''I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser', Jon said. 'I'd love to see Ghost juggle.
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