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Simblreen treat #3: This dress is inspired by Catelyn Stark’s black leaf gown. It is very similar to one of Sansa’s dresses and sweetly connects the two while they’re separated. If you have my Sansa gowns part I, you will find this with those textures. Please let me know if there are problems! Hope you guys enjoy!
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Olenna- Do you know my son, the Lord of Highgarden?
Sansa- I haven’t had the pleasure.
Olenna- No great pleasure, believe me. Ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf, as well. My husband, the late Lord Luther, he managed to ride off a cliff whilst hawking. They say he was looking up at the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was taking him, and now my son is doing the same. Only this time, he’s riding a lion instead of a horse. And now, I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy, this Joffrey.
Sansa- I… I…
Olenna- You. You. Who else would know better? We’ve heard some troubling tales. Is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you? Has he ripped out your tongue?
Sansa-Joff…King Joffrey, he.. his Grace is very fair and handsome and is is brave as a lion.
Olenna- Yes, all Lannisters are lions and when a Tyrell farts it smells like a rose. But how kind is he, how clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle heart?
Margaery- I’m to be his wife. I only want to know what that means.
Olenna- Bring me some cheese.
Servant- The cheese will be served after the cakes, my Lady.
Olenna- The cheese will be served when I want it served, and I want it served now. Are you frightened child? No need for that. We’re only women here. Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you.
Sansa- My father always told the truth.
Olenna- Yes, he had that reputation, and they named him traitor and took his head.
Sansa- Joffrey. Joffrey did that. He promised he would be merciful, and he cut my father’s head off. And he said that was mercy. And he took me up on the walls and made me look at it.
Margaery- Go on.
Sansa- I.. I can’t. I never meant.. My father was a traitor, my brother as well. I have traitor’s blood. Please don’t make me say anymore.
Margaery- She’s terrified, Grandmother. Just look at her.
Olenna- Speak freely, child. We will never betray your confidence, I swear it.
Sansa- He’s a monster.
Olenna- Oh, that’s a pity.
Sansa- Please don’t stop the wedding.
Olenna- Ha, have no fear. The Lord Oaf of Highgardens determined that Margaery shall be queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth. Aah, here comes my cheese.
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Ygritte- Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.
Jon- What secret?
Ygritte- Do you think I’m as dumb as all those girls in silk dresses you knew growing up? You’re loyal and you’re brave. You didn’t stop being a crow the day you walked into Mance Rayder’s tent. But I’m your woman now, Jon Snow. You’re going to be loyal to your woman. The Night’s Watch don’t care if you live or die. Mance Rayder don’t care if I live or die. We’re just soldiers in their armies, and there’s plenty more to carry on if we go down. It’s you and me, that matters to me and you. Don’t ever betray me.
Jon- I won’t.
Ygritte- Because I’ll cut your pretty cock right off and wear it around me neck.
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“Mykhaleesi is sad?”
“Yes,” Dany admitted. Sad and lost.
“Should I pleasure the khaleesi?”
Dany stepped away from her. “No. Irri, you do not need to do that. What happened that night, when you woke… you’re no bed slave, I freed you, remember? You…”
“I am handmaid to the Mother of Dragons,” the girl said. “It is great honor to please my khaleesi.”
“I don’t want that,” she insisted. “I don’t.” She turned away sharply. “Leave me now. I want to be alone. To think.”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
Human poses by: @the-simsation
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Joffrey- Please, sit sit. I do apologize, my Lady, Small Council meetings… At what point does it become treason to waste the King’s time? That’s a lovely gown, my Lady.
Cersei- Yes, it suits you perfectly. I imagine you might be rather cold.
Margaery- The climate is a bit more forgiving back in Highgarden, Your Grace.
Joffrey- Shall I have them bring you a shawl, my Lady?
Margaery- I am touched by your concern, Your Grace. Luckily for us Tyrells our blood runs quite warm. Doesn’t it Loras?
Loras-Yes.
Margaery- Loras, isn’t the Queen’s gown magnificent? The fabric, the embroidery, the metal work.. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Cersei- You might find a bit of armor quite useful once you’ve become Queen. Perhaps before. Joffrey tells me you stopped your carriage at Flea Bottom on your way back from the Sept this morning.
Margaery- Yes, I paid a visit to an orphanage the High Septon told me about.
Loras- Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Highgarden.
Margaery- The lowest among us are no different from the highest, if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart.
Cersei- An open heart is what you’ll get in Flea Bottom if you’re not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attacked by a mob there. We had a full compliment of guards. It didn’t stop them. The King barely escaped with his life.
Joffrey- My mother’s always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger.
Cersei- You’re right, of course. You are your father’s son. We can’t all have a King’s bravery.
Margaery-Hunger turns men into beasts. I’m glad House Tyrell has been able to help in this regard. They tell me a hundred wagons arrive daily now from the Reach. Wheat, barley, apples.. We’ve had a blessed harvest, and of course it’s our duty to assist the capital in time of need.
Joffrey- Well, as Ser Loras said, Lady Margaery has done this sort of charitable work before. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.
Cersei- I’m sure she does.
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Ser Jorah- The Walk of Punishment is a warning, Your Grace.
Daenerys- To whom?
Ser Jorah- To any slave who contemplates doing whatever these slaves did.
Daenerys- Give me your water.
Ser Jorah- Khaleesi, this man has been sentenced to death.
Daenerys- Here, drink.
Dying Man- (Shakes head no)
Ser Barristan- Leave this place, Your Grace. Leave tonight, I beg you.
Ser Jorah- What is she to do for soldiers?
Ser Barristan- We can find sellswords in Pentos and Myr.
Ser Jorah- Is it we already, Ser Barristan? (To Dany) If you want to sit on the throne your ancestors built you must win it, and that will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done.
Daenerys-The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents.
Ser Jorah- How many wars have you fought in, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan-Three.
Ser Jorah-Have you ever seen awar where innocents didn’t die by the thousands? I was in Kings Landing after the sack, Khaleesi. Do you know what I saw? Butchered babies, children, old men, more women raped than you can count. There’s a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand, but the Unsullied are not men. They do not rape. They do not put cities to the sword unless they’re ordered to do so. If you buy them, the only men they will kill are the ones you want dead.
Daenerys- Do you disagree, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan- When your brother, Rhaegar, led his army at the Battle of the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him. Not because they’d been bought at a slaver’s auction. I fought beside the Last Dragon on that day, Your Grace. I bled beside him.
Ser Jorah- Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died.
Daenerys- Did you know him well, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan- I did, Your Grace. He was the finest man I ever met.
Daenerys- I wish I’d known him, but he was not the Last Dragon.
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“Not bad at all,” he said when he paused for a second to catch his breath, circling to her right.
“For a wench?”
“For a squire, say. A green one.” He laughed a ragged, breathless laugh. “Come on, come on my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
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“Tell the Westerosi whore to lower her eyes,” the slaver Kraznys mo Nakloz complained to the slave girl who spoke for him. “I deal in meat, not metal. The bronze is not for sale. Tell her to look at the soldiers. Even the dim purple eyes of a sunset savage can see how magnificent my creatures are, surely.”
“The good Master Kraznys asks, are they not magnificent?” The girl spoke the Common Tongue well, for one who had never been to Westeros.
“They might be adequate to my needs,” Dany answered. “Tell me of their training.”
“The Westerosi woman is pleased with them, but speaks no praise, to keep the price down,” the translator told her master. “She wishes to know how they were trained.”
“Are all Westerosi pigs so ignorant?” he complained. “All the world knows that the Unsullied are masters of spear and shield and shortsword.” He gave Dany a broad smile. “Tell her what she would know, slave, and be quick about it. The day is hot.”
“They are chosen young, for size and speed and strength,” the slave told her. “They begin their training at five. Every day they train from dawn to dusk, until they have mastered the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears. The training is most rigorous, Your Grace. Only one boy in three survives it. This is well known. Among the Unsullied it is said that on the day they win their spiked cap, the worst is done with, for no duty that will ever fall to them could be as hard as their training.”
Kraznys mo Nakloz supposedly spoke no word of the Common Tongue, but he bobbed his head as he listened, and from time to time gave the slave girl a poke with the end of his lash. “Tell her that these have been standing here for a day and a night, with no food nor water. Tell her that they will stand until they drop if I should command it, and when ninety-nine have collapsed to die upon the bricks, the last will stand there still, and never move until his own death claims him. Such is their courage. Tell her that.”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
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“What in the seven hells is it?” Greyjoy was saying.
“A wolf,” Robb told him.
“A freak,” Greyjoy said. “Look at the size of it.”
…Half-burried in bloodstained snow, a huge dark shape slumped in death…
“It’s no freak,” Jon said calmly. “That’s a direwolf. They grow larger than the other kind.”
Theon Greyjoy said, “There’s not been a direwolf sighted south of the Wall in two hundred years.”
“I see one now,” Jon replied.
Bran tore his eyes away from the monster. That was when he noticed the bundle in Robb’s arms. He gave a cry of delight and moved closer. The pup was a tiny ball of grey-black fur, its eyes still closed… “Go on,” Robb told him. “You can touch him.”
Bran gave the pup a quick nervous stroke, then turned as Jon said, “Here you go.” His half brother put a second pup into his arms. “There are five of them.”
“Direwolves loose in the realm, after so many years,” muttered Hullen, the master of horse. “I like it not.”
“It is a sign,” Jory said.
Father frowned. “This is only a dead animal, Jory,” he said… “Do we know what killed her?”
“There’s something in the throat,” Robb told him, proud to have found the answer before his father even asked. “There, just under the jaw.”
His father knelt and groped under the beast’s head with his hand. He gave a yank and held it up for all to see. A foot of shattered antler, tines snapped off, all wet with blood.
A sudden silence descended over the party… Even Bran could sense their fear, though he did not understand.
His father tossed the antler to the side and cleansed his hands in the snow. “I’m surprised she lived long enough to whelp,” he said…
“Maybe she didn’t,” Jory said. “I’ve heard tales… maybe the bitch was already dead when the pups came.”
…“No matter,” said Hullen. “They be dead soon enough too.”
Bran gave a wordless cry of dismay.
“The sooner the better,” Theon Greyjoy agreed. He drew his sword.
“Give the beast here, Bran.”
…“No!” Bran cried out fiercely. “It’s mine.”
“Put away your sword, Greyjoy,” Robb said. For a moment he sounded as commanding as their father, like the lord he would someday be. “We will keep these pups.”
“You cannot do that, boy,” said Harwin, who was Hullen’s son.
“It be a mercy to kill them,” Hullen said.
Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow. “Hullen speaks truly, son. Better a swift death than a hard one from cold and starvation.”
“No!” He could feel tears welling in his eyes, and he looked away. He did not want to cry in front of his father.
Robb resisted stubbornly. “Ser Rodrik’s red bitch whelped again last week,” he said. “It was a small litter only two live pups. She’ll have milk enough.”
“She’ll rip them apart when they try to nurse.”
“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.”
“What of it, Jon?”
“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”
Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
Their father understood as well. “You want no pup for yourself, Jon?” he asked softly.
“The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark,” Jon pointed out. “I am no Stark, Father.”
Their lord father regarded Jon thoughtfully. Robb rushed into the silence he left. “I will nurse him myself, Father,” he promised. “I will soak a towel with warm milk, and give him suck from that.”
“Me too!” Bran echoed.
The lord weighed his sons long and carefully with his eyes. “Easy to say, and harder to do. I will not have you wasting the servants’ time with this. If you want these pups, you will feed them yourselves. Is that understood?”
Bran nodded eagerly…
“You must train them as well,” their father said. “You must train them. The kennelmaster will have nothing to do with these monsters, I promise you that. And the gods help you if you neglect them, or brutalize them, or train them badly. These are not dogs to beg for treats and slink off at a kick. A direwolf will rip a man’s arm off his shoulder as easily as a dog will kill a rat. Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, Father,” Bran said.
“Yes,” Robb agreed.
“Keep them, then. Jory, Desmond, gather up the other pups. It’s time we were back to Winterfell.”
…Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.
“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.
“Can’t you hear it?”
“There,” Jon said… “He must have crawled away from the others.”
“Or been driven away, their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.
"An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”
Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”
- George R.R. Martin, Bran I, A Game of Thrones
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“Are you well Bran?”…
“Yes, Father,” Bran told him…“Rob said the man died bravely, but Jon says he was afraid.”
“What do you think?”
Bran thought about it. “Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”
“That is the only time a man can be brave,” his father told him. “Do you understand why I did it?”
“He was a wildling,” Bran said. “They carry of women and sell them to the Others.”
His lord father smiled. “Old Nan has been telling you stories again. In truth, the man was an oathbreaker, a deserter from the Night’s Watch. No man is more dangerous. The deserter knows his life is forfeit if he is taken, so he will not flinch from any crime, no matter how vile. But you mistake me. The question was not why the man had to die, but why I must do it.”
Bran had no answer for that. “King Robert has a headman,” he said, uncertainly.
“He does,” his father admitted. “As did the Targaryen kings before him. Yet our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
"One day, Bran, you will be Robb’s bannerman, holding a keep of your own for your brother and your king, and justice will fall to you. When that day comes, you must take no pleasure in the task, but neither must you look away. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.”
- George R.R. Martin, Bran I, A Game of Thrones
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This is my attempt at the dress Sansa wears to the banquet in season 8. It was a little tough to make so I hope you guys like it! Please let me know if there are any issues and tag me if you use! (Note- looks normal in game and hyper shiny in CAS)
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- Please don’t claim as your own.
- Recolors/retextures allowed, but please don’t include the mesh.
- Mesh edits are allowed, with credit.
- Please feel free to convert to other games, with credit.
Hair CC by @simpliciaty-cc.
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Margaery- I want us to be friends. Good friends.
Sansa- That would make me very happy.
Margaery-You must see Highgarden. You’d love it there, I know you would. We have a great masquerade the night of the harvest moon. You should see the costumes. People work on them for months!
Sansa-Uh.. I don’t think the queen would let me leave King’s Landing.
Margaery- The queen regent, you mean? Once I marry Joffrey I’ll be queen. And if you were to marry Loras… Oh! Your place would be at Highgarden wouldn’t it? We would be sisters, you and I. Would you like that?
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Varys- You’ve taken an interest in Sansa Stark.
Olenna- Have I? Because I spoke to her once in this garden and one of your little spies came running to tell you? Why shouldn’t I take an interest? She’s an interesting girl.
Varys- Is she?
Olenna- No. Not particularly, but she’s had an interesting childhood.
Varys- She has, sadly…You’re not the only one who has taken an interest in her.
Olenna-That’s not surprising. She’s a beautiful girl with a famous name.
Varys- Indeed. She’d make a lovely match for the right suitor.
Olenna- I almost feel as if you are about to arrive at the point.
Varys- Littlefinger is not long for the Capital. A confidante has told me that when he goes, Sansa Stark goes with him.
Olenna- And why have you come to me with this matter?
Varys- Littlefinger was born with no lands, no wealth, no armies. He has aquired the first two. How long before he has the army? Perhaps you’ll laugh, but I know him better than most and this is the truth: Littlefinger is one of the most dangerous men in Westeros. If Robb Stark falls, Sansa Stark is the key to the North.
Olenna- And if Littlefinger marries her, he’ll have the key in his pocket.
Varys- Which seems such a shame. Why should a man with such a low reputation steal away such a lovely bride?
Olenna- You must despise him. You’re working so hard to undermine him.
Varys- Actually I rather enjoy him, but he would see this country burn if he could be King of the Ashes.
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❤️Late 700 Follower Gift❤️
Thank you guys for following!! Here is my Missandei dress and cape. The dress can be worn separately and the cape includes the three textures shown. Both gifts are far from perfect, but I hope you guys enjoy!!!
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- Please don’t claim as your own.
- Recolors/retextures allowed, but please don’t include the mesh.
- Feel free to modify the mesh, with credit.
- Please feel free to convert to other games, with credit.
Thanks for testing @ts4got!!!
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Dany-Do you have a name?
Missandei- This one’s name is Missandei, Your Grace.
Dany- Do you have a family, a mother and a father you would return to if you had a choice?
Missandei- No, Your Grace. No family living.
Dany- You belong to me now. It is your duty to tell me the truth.
Missandei- Yes, Your Grace. Lying is a great offense. Many of those on the Walk of Punishment were taken there for less.
Dany- I offered water to one of the slaves dying on the Walk of Punishment. Do you know what he said to me? Let me die.
Missandei- There are no masters in the grave, Your Grace.
Dany- Is it true what Master Kraznys told me about the Unsullied? About their obedience?
Missandei- All questions have been taken from them. They obey. That is all.Once they are yours, they are yours. They will fall on their swords if you command it.
Dany- And what about you? You know that I am taking you to war. You may go hungry. You may fall sick. You may be killed.
Missandei- Valar morghulis.
Dany- Yes. All men must die, but we are not men.
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Missandei-There are 8 thousand Unsullied in Astapor. Is this what you mean by all?
Dany-Yes. 8 thousand and the ones still in training as well.
Grazyn- (In Valyrian) If they fail on the battlefield, they will shame Astapor.
Missandei-Master Grazyn says they cannot sell half-trained boys. If they fail on the battlefield they will bring shame upon all of Astapor. Dany- I will have them all or take none. Many will fall in battle. I’ll need the boys to pick up the swords they drop.
Kraznys-(In Valyrian) The slut cannot pay for all of this.
Missandei- Master Kraznys says that you cannot afford this.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) Her ship will buy her 100 Unsullied, no more, and this is because I like the curve of her ass.
Missandei- Your ship will buy you 100 Unsullied…because Master Kraznys is generous.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) What is left will buy her 10.
Missandei- The gold you have left is worth 10.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) I will give her 20 if it stops her ignorant whimpering.
Missandei- But good Master Kraznys will give you 20.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) Her Dothraki smell of shit but may be useful as pig feed. I will give her 3 for those.
Missandei- The Dothraki you have are not worth what they cost to feed, but Master Kraznys will give you 3 Unsullied for all of them.
Kraznys- (In Valyrian) So, ask this beggar queen, how will she pay for the remaining 7,877?
Missandei- Master Kraznys asks how you propose to pay for the remaining 7,877 Unsullied?
Dany- I have dragons. I’ll give you one.
Ser Barristan- We will win this war with dragons not slaves, Your Grace.
Ser Jorah- Khaleesi, please.
Kraznys- Three dragons.
Dany- One.
Kraznys- Two.
Dany- One.
Missandei- They want the biggest one.
Dany- Done.
Kraznys- Done.
Dany- I’ll take you as well. Now. You’ll be Master Kraznys’ gift to me. A token of a bargain well struck.
Missandei-(In Valyrian) She asks that you give me to her, as a present. She asks that you do this now.
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Tywin- You’re still here.
Cersei- Yes.
Tywin-Why?
Cersei- Did it ever occur to you that I may be the one who deserves your confidence and your trust? Not your sons. Not Jaime or Tyrion, but me. Years and years of lectures on family and legacy. The same lecture, really. Just with tiny tedious variations. Did it ever occur to you that your daughter may be the only one listening to them, living by them? That she might have the most to contribute to your legacy, that you love so much more than your actual children?
Tywin- Alright, contribute.
Cersei- The Tyrells are a problem.
Tywin- The Tyrells helped us defeat Stannis Baratheon. The Tyrells saved your life, your childrens’ lives.
Cersei- Margaery has her claws in Joffrey. She knows how to manipulate him.
Tywin- Good. I wish you knew how to manipulate him. I don’t distrust you because you’re a woman. I distrust you because you’re not as smart as you think you are. You’ve allowed that boy to ride roughshod over you and everyone else in this city.
Cersei- Perhaps you should try stopping him from doing what he likes.
Tywin- I will.
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“Let the kings of winter have their cold crypt under the earth, Catelyn thought. The Tullys drew their strength from the river, and it was to the river they returned when their lives had run their course…
‘Now,’ her uncle urged. Beside him, her brother Edmure— Lord Edmure now in truth, and how long would that take to grow used to?—nocked an arrow to his bowstring. His squire held a brand to its point. Edmure waited until the flame caught, then lifted the great bow, drew the string to his ear, and let fly. With a deep thrum, the arrow sped upward. Catelyn followed its flight with her eyes and heart, until it plunged into the water with a soft hiss, well astern of Lord Hoster’s boat.
Edmure cursed sofly. ‘The wind,’ he said, pulling a second arrow. ‘Again.’ The brand kissed the oil-soaked rag behind the arrowhead, the flames went licking up, Edmure lifted, pulled, and released. High and far the arrow flew. Too far.”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
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