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For there, in the land beyond the shadows, were monsters that dwelled in the night and dined on the souls of children who wandered too close to the woods.
For there, in the land beyond the shadows, were monsters that dwelled in the night and dined on the souls of children who wandered too close to the woods.
Anyone else take pictures of books they want to read in the store so they can remember to add them later to Litsy/Goodreads? lol
At Winterfell, they had called her “Arya Horse-face“ and she‘d thought nothing could be worse, but that was before the orphan boy Lommy Greenhands had named her “Lumpyhead.”
“The night is dark and full of terrors.”
The four winds have blown us here, people from all across the country, to the very edge of this great land, and now, at last, we make our stand, fight for what we know to be right. We fight for our American dream, that it will be possible again.
“That old bag has no right to judge you. Stare her down,” Jack said, and urged her to keep walking.
“Come on, Ant,” Loreda said, pushing the dough away from her, “let‘s go root through the dirt like pigs.”
Ant giggled. “I like bein‘ a pig.”
“You would.”
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Some lives are not ours to hold onto; God makes His choices without us.
I think of the me I am inside. In my head, I have been sixteen for nearly ten years. In my head, my hair is still long. I find myself going to sweep it back in moments of stress, but it‘s not there.
The most dreaded of all was keel-hauling, where a man was dropped into the sea and dragged from prow to stern, ninety feet under water, his flesh ripped to shreds by the barnacles that clung to the hull like clusters of razors. Death was almost inevitable. He was like to bleed to death if he did not drown.
“No big deal,” he says. Finny grins at me, and I finally realize I never, never felt this way about Jamie, even at the best of times.
I wasn‘t the woman he‘d married nearly a decade ago. I‘d gained weight, I rarely left the house, and I‘d begun to search for hidden meanings in Richard‘s actions, seizing upon clues that I thought indicated he was tiring of me.
She is everything Richard desires. Everything I used to be.
We‘re co-dependent in a way our little sister isn‘t. She took one look at a bunch of grown-ass men living on a farm together and got the hell outta Dodge.
Browder‘s eyes were black. His teeth were black. It wasn‘t a trick of the strange light. From somewhere deep inside Browder came the voice Joel had heard whispering to him the day he arrived. It was slick and it was deep and it was *old*.
It wasn‘t whispering now.
“He should never have brought me there,” KT said in the front passenger seat. “He should have known I couldn‘t handle that place.”
“To seal the oath you have just made, son, this old place will mark you. It hurts us a little so we know it can hurt us a lot. Do you hear, son?”
He saw a pair of glassy black eyes watching him between the thorns and creeper. Saw them shine in the light with ancient smug intelligence of an iguana, of a creature from the dark deep dreaming its way up to the surface, hungry for a show. Joel would have sworn-if his mind hadn‘t teetered right on the absolute edge of oblivion-that those eyes, those *big* eyes had a smile in their shine.”
Luke knew it was no good trying to pretend that a site like this didn‘t make him a little tipsy with pride.
“Your mother also thought the Pope was sending her messages in the Dillard‘s catalog.”
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“You mean-but Dylan said you must have known. Dylan always said you must have known about him because he always knew about you.”
“Out there?” Spearson lowered his head like he was afraid to look at it. “There ain‘t nothing out there to own.”
Joel tried to calm himself: sounding like a hysterical queen wouldn‘t do his case any good.
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“Honor set you on the kingsroad…and honor brought you back.”
“When will he be as he was?” Dany demanded.
“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,” said Mirri Maz Duur. “When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before.”
“The man who trusts in spells is dueling with a glass sword.”
“Once I begin to sing, no one must enter this tent. My song will wake powers, old and dark. The dead will dance here this night. No living man must look on them.”
“So they will not love,” the old man answered, “for love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.”
“The cold winds are rising. Summer is at an end, and a winter is coming, such as the world has never seen.”
Winter is coming.
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
“Do it yourself, Robert. The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. Look her in the eyes before you kill her. See her tears, hear her last words. You owe her that much at least.”
Ned nodded. “The gods help this potboy if he‘s sent me off haring after shadows.”
“Dark wings, dark words,” Ned murmured. It was a proverb Old Nan had taught him as a boy.
“Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness, while the wolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.”
“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”
The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you, and you‘ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can‘t hurt you with it anymore.”
“Well, I‘ll not press you if you feel so strong about it, though I swear, at times you‘re so prickly you ought to take the hedgehog as your sigil.”
“What, me, celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock. No, I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world.”
“Let me give you some council, bastard,” Lannister said. “Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
Ned knew the saying. “What the king dreams,” he said, “the Hand builds.”
