Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow. (Daenerys II, ASoS)
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All in black, he was a shadow among shadows, dark of hair, long of face, grey of eye. Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove. (Jon I, ACoK)
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As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons. (Daenerys X, AGoT)
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We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted on sledges and turntables so we could move them. It was a futile thought. He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three. (Jon VIII, ASoS)
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When she was clean, her handmaids helped her from the water. Irri and Jhiqui fanned her dry, while Doreah brushed her hair until it fell like a river of liquid silver down her back. (Daenerys X, AGoT)
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The light of the half-moon turned Val’s honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. (Jon VIII, ADwD)
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Ghost sat on his haunches watching, silent as ever. Will he howl for me when I’m dead, as Bran’s wolf howled when he fell? Jon wondered. (Jon VIII, ACoK)
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Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. (Daenerys X, ADwD)
Jon II, A Storm of Swords. Jon XI, A Dance with Dragons. Daenerys II, A Storm of Swords. Tyrion VI, A Dance with Dragons. Tyrion VII, A Dance with Dragons.
