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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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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Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.
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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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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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Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
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Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
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Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.
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Jon Snow, is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?”“It is.” Jon took her hand.“Good,” she whispered. “I wanted t’ see one proper castle, before ...
