Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and ...
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Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories.
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What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight be...
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The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
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Was there ever a war where only one side bled?
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How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?" Jaime reached for the flagon to refill his cup. "So many ...
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There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.
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All men must die. We are but death's instruments, not death himself.
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She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings o...
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This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.
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I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.""Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?""How else? Though not...
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Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.
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A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to wa...
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It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask y...
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He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wron...
