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  • in water. He just managed to get in under the sluice gate
  • breeches and the grey meat beneath. The broken bone was
  • before he could object, the king said, “Where would you
  • Hand of Stannis Baratheon, the First of His Name, the trueborn
  • big farm, evidently finding in the society of this rougher
  • and the most men. The Wulls fish the Bay of Ice and warn
  • It was too late. The current had them in its teeth. They
  • The helm beneath his arm was the head of the merling king,
  • gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
  • “I know about the promise,” insisted the girl. “Maester
  • the river, humped and ominous. He took it for a hill looming
  • “but Tommen-called-Baratheon is bastard-born, as his
  • about the premises by night. He came and went as he saw
  • leg, flailing at the flames with stiff grey hands. The
  • the need to journey north before, as best I can recall.
  • White Harbor, lawful, loyal people. Pour no more poison
  • Three or four inches of water now flooded the cave of the
  • man can deal with Roose. We’ve all known worse. But this
  • a voice called across the water, faintly. “Who are you?”
  • He squinted at Davos through eyes half-buried in rolls
  • often among the blooms beneath the great moon—the black-haired,
  • disease, Tyrion knew, but not always. Many a man had sacrificed
  • Tyrion had no sooner exhaled than Young Griff grabbed hold
  • of greyscale began in the extremities, he knew: a tingling
  • The people here live chiefly on shell-fish and potatoes.
  • more step, another. They were at the edge of the deck when
  • water, hot baths and sweet wines. Selhorys, Valysar, and
  • Before Davos could even think to move, he was surrounded
  • barter. Money was scarcely worth anything, but their eagerness
  • of greyscale began in the extremities, he knew: a tingling
  • track to bypass the Dornish watchtowers on the Boneway.”
  • ale, listen to their pipers, praise the beauty of their
  • Behind a great flowering shrub Hanson lay gazing at the
  • The dwarf ignored him. “The blue hair makes your eyes
  • “I doubt they have a shroud my size.” The dwarf stirred
  • Laughter swept the Merman’s Court, but at Lord Wyman’s
  • the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
  • Pale stone arches marched off into the fog, reaching from
  • stood upon a shattered leg. The stone man went over backwards,
  • bottom, but still the current pushed them downstream, until
  • and other comforts. At Caylen, the most southern island,
  • Something foul grew in the waters here, and festered in
  • a kinslayer, and a liar, and all of that is true … but
  • need His Grace as much as he needs you. Together you can
  • wall. He staggered down again; his remarkable physical
  • so am I.” He beckoned to Ser Marlon. “Cousin, take
  • The leap had shattered one of his legs, and a jagged piece
  • Next to the high seat, Ser Marlon Manderly gave a snort
  • Korak fast was becoming but a memory. That he was dead
  • river’s surface, but as the Shy Maid eased on past he
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