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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 2 years

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Some of you may know I’ve been having a shit week. Well, I just reread some of my writing and I realized suddenly...I’m finally writing the way I’ve always dreamed. Like all my favorite authors combined and something that’s distinctly me too.

I don’t usually want to write when I’m upset. I think I finally can again

#personal #been rereading the thorn birds #one of my fav books #always loved the way mccoullgh described enviroment and character #and I think #Im finally where I'd like to be #but ofc always going toward improvement #<3

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whilereadingandwalking · 2 months

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I reread The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough on the plane ride to Sydney, trying my best to hurry through the second half as I lagged somewhat through it, finally finishing it on our first day in wet, hot Queensland. I saw sugarcane fields and galahs and saw a plaque to McCullough on a Sydney poet's walk.

This book continues to be good, compelling, and difficult to put down, a really rooted family epic of station living, sheep, the tragic turns of life, and the awe and terror of nature. On reread it was much harder to ignore Ralph's grooming of Meggie: it is explicit and clear, and Ralph tortures himself plenty about what it means for him as a priest but little about her comparative youth. So I think it's safe to say that readers should be well-prepared for the primary romance of the novel to be a problematic one of grooming and an imbalanced age gap, framed as a "pure" star-crossed romance.

Still, the book, particularly its front half, is intensely powerful as a family epic. The characters feel dense and real. I've always been minorly unimpressed by the last chunk, and believe it could have ended much earlier and felt more satisfying. But I loved reading once again about the difficult life of this huge farm, the twists and turns of fortune, the flinty steel within Meggie and her mother. It's a rich, big family epic that I enjoyed on reread—and I should say, the twists took me just as much by surprise this time around.

Content warnings: grooming, age-gap relationship, body horror, child death, misogyny, animal death, violence.

#the thorn birds #colleen mccullough #australian lit #classics #historical fiction #my book reviews #reading while wandering #reading while wandering australia

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

A STORM OF SWORDS

Summary & Foreshadowing Smorgasbord (Part III)

Love is in the air.

ASOS Part III: UNDER THE CUT

JONSA 🐺❤️❄️

ASOS Part I: CLICK

Sansa Stark, Queen in the North

Jon Snow, King in the North

Jon (Aemon?) Snow

Jon the Builder & His Gift

Ahoy Matey! Arya Stark Sails the Ocean Blue

Bran the Broken, King of Westeros

High Septon Rickon?

Pick Your Poison: The Twins Meet Their End in the Mines of Casterly Rock . . . or King's Landing

Tyrion Lannister, (Prisoner?) Hand of the King

In Remembrance: A Look Back at Sandor Clegane's & Ygritte's Greatest Moments

ASOS Part II: CLICK

Dark Daenerys Highlights & Laughs

Let's Dance: Stark vs. Targ

Showdown at the Trident

A Rat in a Maze 🐀🔪

The Usurper's Knife

Bran the Dragonslayer?

Storm x Storm 🦑🖤🐉

ASOS Part IV: CLICK

Chapter Transitions

Previous books:

AGOT Summary & Foreshadowing: CLICK

ACOK Summary & Foreshadowing: PART I & PART II

Stumpy note:

If I didn't give you credit for discovering something or if I missed any foreshadowing, please contact me and I'll rectify that.

Once again, I'd like to thank everyone that participated in the reread project. All of you have great observations and comments, I wish I could highlight them all. 🙂

JONSA 🐺❤️❄️

Once again, thank you to @ladyofasoiaf for making the manual on all things jonsa. I heavily rely on it when making these posts. :)

Chapter Transitions

Sansa I (ch. 6) -> <-Jon I (ch. 7)

Sansa visits the Queen of Thorns, while Jon has a face-to-face with the King-beyond-the-Wall. The similarities won't stop there.

Thank you, @sxpiosexualx!

Beyond the spiked moat, two dozen men were taking their practice with sword and shield. With the castle so crowded, the outer ward had been given over to guests to raise their tents and pavilions, leaving only the smaller inner yards for training.

[...]

A fire was crackling in the hearth, and sweet-swelling rushes had been scattered on the floor. Around the long trestle table a dozen women were seated. - Sansa I, ASOS

Elsewhere two bearded youths in boiled leather were sparring with staffs, leaping at each other over the flames, grunting each time one landed a blow. A dozen women sat nearby in a circle, fletching arrows. - Jon I, ASOS

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Outside its tall carved doors stood two guards in gilded halfhelms and green cloaks edged in gold satin, the golden rose of Highgarden sewn on their breasts. - Sansa I, ASOS

Here at least they found defenders; two guards at the flap of the tent, leaning on tall spears with round leather shields strapped to their arms. - Jon I, ASOS

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Sansa knelt at the feet of her future queen. "You do me great honor, Your Grace."

"Won't you call me Margaery? Please, rise. Loras, help the Lady Sansa to her feet. Might I call you Sansa?" - Sansa I, ASOS

"Your Grace?" The king smiled. "That's not a style one often hears from the lips of free folk. I'm Mance to most, The Mance to some. Will you take a horn of mead?" - Jon I, ASOS

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Pale, elegant Lady Graceford was with child, and Lady Bulwer was a child, no more than eight.

[...]

The old woman called to Butterbumps. "Fool! Give us a song. A long one, I should think. 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair' will do nicely." - Sansa I, ASOS

A dark young man and a pretty blonde woman were sharing a horn of mead. A pregnant woman stood over a brazier cooking a brace of hens, while a grey-haired man in a tattered cloak of black and red sat crosslegged on a pillow, playing a lute and singing - Jon I, ASOS

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"Sansa," Lady Alerie broke in, "you must be very hungry. Shall we have a bite of boar together, and some lemon cakes?" - Sansa I, ASOS

"Sit, if you like," Rayder said when they were gone. "Are you hungry? Tormund left us two birds at least." - Jon I, ASOS

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"He will," Sansa lied. "He is very . . . very comely." - Sansa I, ASOS

Jon had his lie all ready. "The Lord Commander sent me to the Halfhand for seasoning, so he took me on his ranging." - Jon I, ASOS

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Sansa realized that her mouth was open again. She filled it with a spoon of broth - Sansa I, ASOS

He took a long draught of mead to buy time for his answer. - Jon I, ASOS

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Courtesy is a lady's armor. You must not offend them, be careful what you say. - Sansa I, ASOS

Guest right or no, Jon Snow knew he walked on rotten ice here. One false step and he might plunge through, into water cold enough to stop his heart. Weigh every word before you speak it, he told himself. - Jon I, ASOS

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Sansa I (ch. 6) -> Jon I (ch. 7)

Sounds like fun!

The Baratheons have always had some queer notions, to be sure. It comes from their Targaryen blood, I should think." She sniffed. "They tried to marry me to a Targaryen once, but I soon put an end to that." - Sansa I, ASOS

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Jon II (ch. 15) -> <- Sansa II (ch. 16)

Children, shared beds, men flying eagles, and brand new clothing in back-to-back chapters.

Thank you, @sxpiosexualx!

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?" - Jon II, ASOS

If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya. - Sansa II, ASOS

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Rangers often shared skins for warmth, but warmth was not all Ygritte wanted, he suspected. After that he had taken to using Ghost to keep her away. Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword. - Jon II, ASOS

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"Jon Snow, you know nothing. You don't go in with clothes." - Jon II, ASOS

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. - Sansa II, ASOS

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She reminded him a little of his sister Arya, though Arya was younger and probably skinnier. It was hard to tell how plump or thin Ygritte might be, with all the furs and skins she wore. - Jon II, ASOS

Sister. Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world's graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. - Sansa II, ASOS

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Jon turned at the sudden sound of wings. Blue-grey feathers filled his eyes, as sharp talons buried themselves in his face. Red pain lanced through him sudden and fierce as pinions beat round his head. He saw the beak, but there was no time to get a hand up or reach for a weapon. - Jon II, ASOS

"Willas has the best birds in the Seven Kingdoms," Margaery said when the two of them were briefly alone. "He flies an eagle sometimes. You will see, Sansa." She took her by the hand and gave it a squeeze. "Sister." - Sansa II, ASOS

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Jon wheeled and followed Tormund back toward the head of the column, his new cloak hanging heavy from his shoulders. It was made of unwashed sheepskins, worn fleece side in, as the wildlings suggested. It kept the snow off well enough, and at night it was good and warm, but he kept his black cloak as well, folded up beneath his saddle.

[...]

Mance Rayder had not been blind to Rattleshirt's mistrust of the "crow-come-over," so after he had given Jon his new sheepskin cloak he had suggested that he might want to ride with Tormund Giantsbane instead. - Jon II, ASOS

"A new gown?" she said, as wary as she was astonished.

[...]

"More lovely than any you have worn, my lady," the old woman promised. She measured Sansa's hips with a length of knotted string. "All silk and Myrish lace, with satin linings. You will be very beautiful. The queen herself has commanded it." - Sansa II, ASOS

And so it was that her lord husband cloaked her in the colors of House Lannister whilst standing on the back of a fool. - Sansa III, ASOS

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Sansa VI (ch. 68) -> Jon IX (ch. 69)

Oh boy!

When it was time for the bedding, her knights carried her up to the tower, stripping her as they went and shouting bawdy jests. Tyrion spared me that, Sansa remembered. It would not have been so bad being undressed for a man she loved, by friends who loved them both. - Sansa VI, ASOS

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You'll know that, when you have a child."

"A child?" said Sansa, uncertainly.

Lysa waved a hand negligently. "Not for many years. You are too young to be a mother. One day you shall want children, though. Just as you will want to marry." - Sansa VI, ASOS

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How would you like to marry your cousin, the Lord Robert? - Sansa VI, ASOS

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It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. - Sansa VI, ASOS

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I see no reason why you should not be wed as soon as we know that your Lannister husband is dead. A secret wedding, to be sure. - Sansa VI, ASOS

His account introduces a young maiden, or "wolf girl" as he dubs her, with the name of Sara Snow. So smitten was Prince Jacaerys with this creature, a bastard daughter of the late Lord Rickon Stark, that he lay with her of a night. On learning that his guest had claimed the maidenhead of his bastard sister, Lord Cregan became most wroth, and only softened when Sara Snow told him that the prince had taken her for his wife. They had spoken their vows in Winterfell’s own godswood before a heart tree, and only then had she given herself to him, wrapped in furs amidst the snows as the old gods looked on. - Fire & Blood

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Sansa VI (ch. 68) -> <- Jon IX (ch. 69)

Wind through their hair.

Thank you, @butterflies-dragons!

The wind ran salty fingers through her hair, and Sansa shivered. - Sansa VI, ASOS

A gust of wind sent icy tendrils wending through his long brown hair. - Jon IX, ASOS

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Jon XII (ch. 79) -> <- Sansa VII (ch. 80)

Love and Winterfell. ❤️

Thank you, @esther-dot!

You can't be the Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born, he heard Robb say again. And the stone kings were growling at him with granite tongues. You do not belong here. This is not your place. - Jon XII, ASOS

"I don't want her here." Her aunt's eyes were shiny with tears. "Why did you bring her to the Vale, Petyr? This isn't her place. She doesn't belong here." - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. - Jon XII, ASOS

She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she'd had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she'd slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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When Jon closed his eyes he saw the heart tree, with its pale limbs, red leaves, and solemn face. The weirwood was the heart of Winterfell, Lord Eddard always said . . . but to save the castle Jon would have to tear that heart up by its ancient roots, and feed it to the red woman's hungry fire god. I have no right, he thought. Winterfell belongs to the old gods. - Jon XII, ASOS

But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger . . . he could feel it. - Jon XII, ASOS

Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it. Surely his father would have wanted that, and Robb as well. They would never have wanted the castle left in ruins. - Jon XII, ASOS

The snow fell and the castle rose. Two walls ankle-high, the inner taller than the outer. Towers and turrets, keeps and stairs, a round kitchen, a square armory, the stables along the inside of the west wall. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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The warmth took some of the ache from his muscles and made him think of Winterfell's muddy pools, steaming and bubbling in the godswood. Winterfell, he thought. - Jon XII, ASOS

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Would I sooner be hanged for a turncloak by Lord Janos, or forswear my vows, marry Val, and become the Lord of Winterfell? It seemed an easy choice when he thought of it in those terms . . . though if Ygritte had still been alive, it might have been even easier. - Jon XII, ASOS

Sansa felt sorry for her little cousin sometimes, but she could not imagine ever wanting to be his wife. I would sooner be married to Tyrion again. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell." - Jon XII, ASOS

"A giant," the boy whispered, weeping. "It wasn't me, it was a giant hurt the castle. She killed him! I hate her! She's a bastard and I hate her! I don't want to be leeched!" - Sansa VII, ASOS

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In the end Halder and Horse had to pull him away from Iron Emmett, one man on either arm. The ranger sat on the ground dazed, his shield half in splinters, the visor of his helm knocked askew, and his sword six yards away. "Jon, enough," Halder was shouting, "he's down, you disarmed him. Enough!"

No. Not enough. Never enough. Jon let his sword drop. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "Emmett, are you hurt?" - Jon XII, ASOS

It was more than Sansa could stand. "Robert, stop that." Instead he swung the doll again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore. Suddenly she had the doll's head, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow.

[...]

"It was my fault." Sansa showed them the doll's head. "I ripped his doll in two. I never meant to, but . . ."

[...]

A mad rage seized hold of her. She picked up a broken branch and smashed the torn doll's head down on top of it, then pushed it down atop the shattered gatehouse of her snow castle. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Ygritte wanted me to be a wildling. Stannis wants me to be the Lord of Winterfell. But what do I want?

[...]

Red eyes, Jon realized, but not like Melisandre's. He had a weirwood's eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they'd found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.

He had his answer then. - Jon VII, ASOS

I will tell my aunt that I don't want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows.

[...]

I will tell her. I will! - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Jon XII (ch. 79) <- Sansa VII (ch. 80)

Ghostly silent, drifting snowflake. 🐺❄️

When she opened the door to the garden, it was so lovely that she held her breath, unwilling to disturb such perfect beauty. The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. All color had fled the world outside. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.

Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Sansa and Chett appear to have two things in common: drifting snowflakes, and Jon Snow.

AGOT:

Prologue: ice threat introduction.

Final chapter: fire threat introduction.

ACOK:

Prologue: cold-hearted King Stannis with his dying maester.

Final chapter: kindhearted King Bran with his dying maester.

ASOS:

Snow was falling. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Snow was falling on the Eyrie. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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What was wrong with him? He could hardly breathe. Had he gone to sleep? - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Was this what woke me?

[...]

it was so lovely that she held her breath - Sansa VII, ASOS

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It was a heavy fall, thick white flakes coming down all about him.

[...]

The snow was drifting in to cover him. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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He got to his knees, and something wet and cold touched his nose. Chett looked up. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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He could feel tears freezing to his cheeks.

[...]

He felt as though he were being attacked by a cloud of pale cold bugs. They settled on his shoulders, on his head, they flew at his nose and his eyes. Cursing, he brushed them off. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks.

[...]

She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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It isn't fair, he wanted to scream. Snow would ruin everything he'd worked for, all his careful plans.

[...]

There'd be no lord's life for the leechman's son, no keep to call his own, no wives nor crowns.

[...]

The snow's taken it all from me . . . the bloody snow . . .

Snow had ruined him once before. Snow and his pet pig. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

[...]

Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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A Snow Maid with her Snow Knight.

What do I want with snowballs? She looked at her sad little arsenal. There's no one to throw them at. She let the one she was making drop from her hand. I could build a snow knight instead, she thought. - Sansa VII, ASOS

"What are you doing?"

Petyr straightened his cloak. "Kissing a snow maid." - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Garlan Tyrell or Jon Snow?

Thank you, @rose-of-red-lake!

"It is, my lady," said Ser Loras. "Garlan often trains against three men, or even four. In battle it is seldom one against one, he says, so he likes to be prepared."

"He must be very brave." - Sansa I, ASOS

"Lord Commander. How may we serve you?"

"With your three best."

Emmett grinned. "Arron. Emrick. Jace."

[...]

"Which one do you want first?" asked Arron.

"All three of you. At once." - Jon VI, ASOS

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"He is a great knight," Ser Loras replied. "A better sword than me, in truth, though I'm the better lance." - Sansa I, ASOS

Jon swelled with pride. "Robb is a stronger lance than I am, but I'm the better sword, and Hullen says I sit a horse as well as anyone in the castle." - Jon I, ASOS

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Sansa daydreams of dancing.

Joffrey and Margaery led in their place. How can a monster dance so beautifully? Sansa wondered. She had often daydreamed of how she would dance at her wedding, with every eye upon her and her handsome lord. In her dreams they had all been smiling. - Sansa III, ASOS

When the musicians began to play, she timidly laid her hand on Tyrion's and said, "My lord, should we lead the dance?"

His mouth twisted. "I think we have already given them sufficent amusement for one day, don't you?"

"As you say, my lord." She pulled her hand back. - Sansa III, ASOS

"Lady Sansa." Ser Garlan Tyrell stood beside the dais. "Would you honor me? If your lord consents?" - Sansa III, ASOS

A snowflake danced upon the air. Then another. Dance with me, Jon Snow, he thought. You'll dance with me anon. - Jon XII, ADWD

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The Winter Rose.

Sansa is not his rose.

"At the Hand's tourney, don't you remember? You rode a white courser, and your armor was a hundred different kinds of flowers. You gave me a rose. A red rose. You threw white roses to the other girls that day." It made her flush to speak of it. "You said no victory was half as beautiful as me."

Ser Loras gave her a modest smile. "I spoke only a simple truth, that any man with eyes could see."

He doesn't remember, Sansa realized, startled. He is only being kind to me, he doesn't remember me or the rose or any of it. She had been so certain that it meant something, that it meant everything. A red rose, not a white. - Sansa I, ASOS

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Ygritte is not his rose.

Jon sat up. "Ygritte, I never stole you."

"Aye, you did. You jumped down the mountain and killed Orell, and afore I could get my axe you had a knife at my throat. I thought you'd have me then, or kill me, or maybe both, but you never did. And when I told you the tale o' Bael the Bard and how he plucked the rose o' Winterfell, I thought you'd know to pluck me then for certain, but you didn't. You know nothing, Jon Snow." - Jon III, ASOS

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Ygritte doesn't like flowers.

"Men can build a lot higher than this. In Oldtown there's a tower taller than the Wall." He could tell she did not believe him. If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.

[...]

"Then I'd push him in a stream or throw a bucket o' water on him. Anyhow, men shouldn't smell sweet like flowers."

"What's wrong with flowers?"

"Nothing, for a bee. For bed I want one o' these." Ygritte made to grab the front of his breeches. - Jon V, ASOS

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But Sansa does.

"Sweet lady," he said, "no victory is half so beautiful as you." Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. - Sansa II, AGOT

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Sweet-smelling Sansa.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

Sansa Stark, he mused. Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces. - Tyrion III, ASOS

And then there are the roses. Roses smell so sweet, don't they? Especially when there are so many of them. - Tyrion V, ASOS

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The Roadside Rose.

"Do you require guarding?" Marillion said lightly. "I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. 'The Roadside Rose,' I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her." - Sansa VII, ASOS

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The rose and the direwolf.

"I will not have the rose and the direwolf in bed together," declared Lord Tywin. - Tyrion III, ASOS

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Tywin steals a rose before it blooms. Better a Lannister than a Tyrell, eh?

The Conclave met in Oldtown behind closed doors, Tyrion knew; its deliberations were supposedly a secret. So Varys has little birds in the Citadel too. "I see. So my father decided to nip the rose before it bloomed." He had to chuckle. "Pycelle is a toad. But better a Lannister toad than a Tyrell toad, no?" - Tyrion II, ASOS

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ACOK: Jon IV (ch. 51) -> <- Sansa IV (ch. 52)

The winter roses had only then come into bloom.

'All I ask is a flower,' Bael answered, 'the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o' Winterfell.'"

"Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o’ the winter roses be plucked for the singer’s payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished … and so had Lord Brandon’s maiden daughter. - Jon IV, ACOK

"The blood is the seal of your womanhood. Lady Catelyn might have prepared you. You've had your first flowering, no more."

Sansa had never felt less flowery. - Sansa IV, ACOK

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Plucked.

"But not deflowered, one can hope." Young Lord Hunter's bushy mustache hid his mouth entirely.

"Yet," said Lyn Corbray, as if she were not there. "But ripe for plucking soon, I'd say." - Alayne I, AFFC

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Sansa and Jon don't forget the glass gardens.

"No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water from the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer." She stood, towering over the great white castle. "I can't think how to do the glass roof over the gardens." - Sansa VII, ASOS

Glass, Jon mused, might be of use here. Castle Black needs its own glass gardens, like the ones at Winterfell. - Jon VII, ADWD

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Tyrion Lannister is a jealous man.

After all his planning, after the sortie and the bridge of ships, after getting his face slashed in two, Tyrion had been eclipsed by a dead man. - Tyrion I, ASOS

Tyrion had seen her only yesterday, climbing the serpentine steps with a pail of water. He had watched as a young knight had offered to carry the heavy pail. The way she had touched his arm and smiled for him had tied Tyrion's guts into knots.

[...]

It doesn't matter, he told himself as he waited for moonrise. Whatever you wear, you're still a dwarf. You'll never be as tall as that knight on the steps, him with his long straight legs and hard stomach and wide manly shoulders. - Tyrion II, ASOS

"Chataya's?" Tyrion said, annoyed.

"It's good to be a knight. No more looking for the cheaper brothels down the street." Bronn grinned. "Now it's Alayaya and Marei in the same featherbed, with Ser Bronn in the middle."

Tyrion had to bite back his annoyance. Bronn had as much right to bed Alayaya as any other man, but still . . . I never touched her, much as I wanted to, but Bronn could not know that. He should have kept his cock out of her. - Tyrion II, ASOS

"Young lady," Shae repeated, savoring the words. "You're half right, m'lord. I'm young."

Eighteen, Tyrion thought. Eighteen, and a whore, but quick of wit, nimble as a cat between the sheets, with large dark eyes and fine black hair and a sweet, soft, hungry little mouth . . . and mine! Damn you, eunuch.

"M'lord Varys complimented Chella on her ears and said she must have killed many men to have such a fine necklace," Shae explained. It grated on him to hear her call Varys m'lord in that tone; that was what she called him in their pillow play. - Tyrion I, ACOK

He's getting taller, Tyrion realized as Pod stood in his stirrups for a better look. He'll soon tower over me like all the rest. - Tyrion V, ASOS

She fiddled nervously with her hair and looked down the table to where Joffrey sat with his Tyrell queen.

Does she wish it were her in Margaery's place? Tyrion frowned. Even a child should have better sense. He turned away, wanting distraction, but everywhere he looked were women, fair fine beautiful happy women who belonged to other men.

[...]

And there was one woman, sitting almost at the foot of the third table on the left . . . the wife of one of the Fossoways, he thought, and heavy with his child. Her delicate beauty was in no way diminished by her belly, nor was her pleasure in the food and frolics. Tyrion watched as her husband fed her morsels off his plate. They drank from the same cup, and would kiss often and unpredictably. Whenever they did, his hand would gently rest upon her stomach, a tender and protective gesture.

He wondered what Sansa would do if he leaned over and kissed her right now. Flinch away, most likely. Or be brave and suffer through it, as was her duty. She is nothing if not dutiful, this wife of mine. If he told her that he wished to have her maidenhead tonight, she would suffer that dutifully as well, and weep no more than she had to. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

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A man with a few parallels with Petyr Baelish sings a song.

The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring. But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.

The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed, in a voice that was sweet as a peach, But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own, and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.

As he lay on the ground with the darkness around, and the taste of his blood on his tongue, His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer, and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,

"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!" - Jon I, ASOS

Abel rubbed the sleep from his eyes, took up his lute, and launched into "The Dornishman's Wife," whilst one of his washerwomen beat time on her drum. The singer changed the words, though. Instead of tasting a Dornishman's wife, he sang of tasting a northman's daughter. - The Turncloak, ADWD

When they break, they break hard, Jon Snow thought as he watched them reel away. The drums had all gone silent. How do you like that music, Mance? How do you like the taste of the Dornishman's wife? - Jon VIII, ASOS

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But another Bael did.

"Would that I were. I will not deny that Bael's exploit inspired mine own . . . but I did not steal either of your sisters that I recall. Bael wrote his own songs, and lived them. I only sing the songs that better men have made. More mead?" - Jon I, ASOS

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A direwolf doesn't like Petyr.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

Instead the direwolf leapt forward, snarling.

Ser Ryman's palfrey shied off with a whinny of fear, and Petyr Pimple's reared and threw him. - Catelyn VI, ASOS

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Petyr Baelish sounding a lot like Jon Snow at a Winterfell feast.

Thank you, @kadarakey!

Petyr tried to kiss your mother, only she pushed him away. She laughed at him. He looked so wounded I thought my heart would burst, and afterward he drank until he passed out at the table. Uncle Brynden carried him up to bed before my father could find him like that. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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The Sun.

Thank you, @agentrouka-blog and @that-plo-koon!

Sansa … Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. - Arya II, AGOT

The arms of Tarth were quartered rose and azure, and bore a yellow sun and crescent moon. - Brienne II, AFFC

When he thought of his daughters, he would have wept gladly, but the tears would not come. Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.

When he kept very still, his leg did not hurt so much, so he did his best to lie unmoving. For how long he could not say. There was no sun and no moon. - Eddard XV, AGOT

The wine was very fine; an Arbor vintage, she thought. It tasted of oak and fruit and hot summer nights, the flavors blossoming in her mouth like flowers opening to the sun. - Sansa VI, ASOS

Petyr studied her eyes, as if seeing them for the first time. "You have your mother's eyes. Honest eyes, and innocent. Blue as a sunlit sea. When you are a little older, many a man will drown in those eyes." - Sansa I, AFFC

"You cannot come with me," Jon said, cupping the wolf's head in his hands and looking deep into those eyes. "You have to go to Castle Black. Do you understand? Castle Black. Can you find it? The way home? Just follow the ice, east and east, into the sun, and you'll find it. - Jon III, ASOS

Ygritte wanted me to be a wildling. Stannis wants me to be the Lord of Winterfell. But what do I want? The sun crept down the sky to dip behind the Wall where it curved through the western hills. - Jon XII, ASOS

"Snow," the moon insisted.

The white wolf ran from it, racing toward the cave of night where the sun had hidden, his breath frosting in the air. - Jon I, ADWD

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Jon and Tyrion use shoddy substitutes for the sun. Who's the sun?

"Not necessary, but some find it pleasant. What of love?"

"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."

"Is that from a song?" Tyrion cocked his head, smiling. - Tyrion II, ASOS

His dusky woman was enough to satisfy his appetites until he could reach Meereen and claim his queen. No man had need of candles when the sun awaited him. - Victarion I, ADWD

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Bronn laughed, and Tyrion had to smile. "Into the tent, Shae, if you would be so kind." He lifted the flap and held it for her. Inside, he knelt to light a candle. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

A single candle lit the gloom, spicing the air with the scent of jasmine.

[...]

"Shae," he groaned, "it is not safe."

For a time she said nothing at all. Tyrion tried to speak of other things, but he met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he'd once walked in the north. Gods be good, he thought wearily as he watched the candle burn down and begin to gutter, how could I let this happen again, after Tysha? Am I as great a fool as my father thinks?

[...]

When the candle burned out, Tyrion disentangled himself and lit another. - Tyrion II, ASOS

All the sweet innocence of the world was in her voice. Innocence? Fool, she's a whore, all she knows of men is the bit between their legs. Fool, fool. "Better you than me." Tyrion sat. "We have a long day before us, both of us. You shouldn't have blown out that taper. How are we to find our clothing?" - Tyrion VII

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Ygritte had brought a torch, but there was no other light. She stood beside a little waterfall that fell from a cleft in the rock down into a wide dark pool. The orange and yellow flames shone against the pale green water.

[…]

Smiling, she set the torch carefully in a notch of rock, and came toward him. "There's naught to eat in the dark but flesh," she whispered, biting at his neck.

[…]

The light was shifting all about her, Jon noticed suddenly. He looked around. "We had best go up. The torch is almost done."

[…]

"What?" he prompted, as the torch began to gutter.

[…]

By the time the torch burned out, Jon Snow no longer cared. – Jon III, ASOS

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Ygritte or Sansa Stark?

Sounds familiar.

At a lord's court the girl would never have been considered anything but common, he knew. She had a round peasant face, a pug nose, and slightly crooked teeth, and her eyes were too far apart. Jon had noticed all that the first time he'd seen her, when his dirk had been at her throat. Lately, though, he was noticing some other things. When she grinned, the crooked teeth didn't seem to matter. And maybe her eyes were too far apart, but they were a pretty blue-grey color, and lively as any eyes he knew. Sometimes she sang in a low husky voice that stirred him. And sometimes by the cookfire when she sat hugging her knees with the flames waking echoes in her red hair, and looked at him, just smiling . . . well, that stirred some things as well. - Jon II, ASOS

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Tears would fill her eyes.

Oooooooh, I am the LAST of the giants, so learn well the words of my song. For when I am gone the singing will fade, and the silence shall last long and long.

There were tears on Ygritte's cheeks when the song ended. – Jon II, ASOS

Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it, but Arya would run out laughing and shouting, wanting to touch it all. -Jon III, ASOS

Sansa would have sighed and shed a tear for true love, but Arya just thought it was stupid. - Arya VIII, ASOS

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Those easy Tully smiles.

She bit his neck and he nuzzled hers, burying his nose in her thick red hair. Lucky, he thought, she is lucky, fire-kissed. - Jon III, ASOS

Ygritte had been pretty in her own way, with her red hair kissed by fire, but it was her smile that made her face come alive. - Jon III, ADWD

Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. - Arya I, AGOT

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Half fish, you say?

Ygritte punched his arm. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. I'm half a fish, I'll have you know." - Jon V, ASOS

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Jon imagines a girl that does not exist . . . or does she?

He could tell she did not believe him. If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us. - Jon V, ASOS

"Who is Ygritte?" Donal Noye asked pointedly.

"A woman of the free folk." How could he explain Ygritte to them? She's warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. - Jon VI, ASOS

When his eyelids fluttered open, he was wrapped in thick wool and floating. He could not seem to move, but that did not matter. For a time he dreamed that Ygritte was with him, tending him with gentle hands. Finally he closed his eyes and slept. - Jon VI, ASOS

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Ygritte and Jon have a conversation about Sansa Stark.

"And what if they do? I'd sooner be stolen by a strong man than be given t' some weakling by my father."

"You say that, but how can you know? What if you were stolen by someone you hated?"

"He'd have t' be quick and cunning and brave t' steal me. So his sons would be strong and smart as well. Why would I hate such a man as that?"

"Maybe he never washes, so he smells as rank as a bear."

"Then I'd push him in a stream or throw a bucket o' water on him. Anyhow, men shouldn't smell sweet like flowers."

[...]

Jon caught her wrist. "What if the man who stole you drank too much?" he insisted. "What if he was brutal or cruel?" He tightened his grip to make a point. "What if he was stronger than you, and liked to beat you bloody?" - Jon V, ASOS

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Jon lays with his kin, avoids answering a question, and contemplates whether Arya was ever truly his sister.

"She [Ygritte] even claimed we were kin. She told me a story . . ." - Jon VII, ACOK

She punched him. "That's vile. Would you bed your sister?"

"Longspear's not your brother." - Jon III, ASOS

Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? - Jon III, ASOS

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Wedding bells for Sansa and her cousin.

How would you like to marry your cousin, the Lord Robert?" - Sansa VI, ASOS

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A moody bastard, pretending to be Arya's brother, almost sleeps with his sister.

"Why did you say that?" Arya hopped to her feet. "You're not my brother."

"That's right," he said angrily. "I'm too bloody lowborn to be kin to m'lady high."

Arya was taken aback by the fury in his voice. "That's not the way I meant it."

"Yes it is." He sat down on the bench, cradling a cup of wine between his hands. "Go away. I want to drink this wine in peace. Then maybe I'll go find that black-haired girl and ring her bell for her." - Arya V, ASOS

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Targaryens lusting for their sisters.

Lord Mace Tyrell and his entourage had been housed behind the royal sept, in the long slate-roofed keep that had been called the Maidenvault since King Baelor the Blessed had confined his sisters therein, so the sight of them might not tempt him into carnal thoughts. - Sansa I, ASOS

The Dragonknight once won a tourney as the Knight of Tears, so he could name his sister the queen of love and beauty in place of the king's mistress. - Bran II, ASOS

Why shouldn't I marry Cersei openly and share her bed every night? The dragons always married their sisters. - Jaime III, ASOS

"I am sick of being careful. The Targaryens wed brother to sister, why shouldn't we do the same? Marry me, Cersei. Stand up before the realm and say it's me you want. We'll have our own wedding feast, and make another son in place of Joffrey." - Jaime VII ASOS

She pulled her hands away. "You are talking madness again. Would you have us ripped apart, as Mother did that time she caught us playing? Tommen would lose the throne, Myrcella her marriage . . . I want to be your wife, we belong to each other, but it can never be, Jaime. We are brother and sister."

"The Targaryens . . ."

"We are not Targaryens!" - Jaime IX, ASOS

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Mance or Jon? Mance deserts for a cloak.

"You will have heard stories of my desertion, I have no doubt."

"Some say it was for a crown. Some say for a woman. Others that you had the wildling blood."

[...]

"It was for this."

"A cloak?" - Jon I, ASOS

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Fertility and Children

The Tyrells have their sights set on Sansa.

"The Tyrells can trace their descent back to Garth Greenhand," was the best she could manage at short notice.

The Queen of Thorns snorted. "So can the Florents, the Rowans, the Oakhearts, and half the other noble houses of the south. Garth liked to plant his seed in fertile ground, they say. I shouldn't wonder that more than his hands were green." - Sansa I, ASOS

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Three girls, with three different eggs.

An immense round fat man, as big as three Moon Boys, he came cartwheeling into the hall, vaulted onto the table, and laid a gigantic egg right in front of Sansa. "Break it, my lady," he commanded. When she did, a dozen yellow chicks escaped and began running in all directions. "Catch them!" Butterbumps exclaimed. - Sansa I, ASOS

"He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi," the Lysene girl said. "Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return." - Daenerys III, AGOT

Dany gazed at her eggs sadly. What had she expected? A thousand years ago they had been alive, but now they were only pretty rocks. They could not make a dragon. - Daenerys VI, AGOT

To break her fast the queen sent to the kitchens for two boiled eggs, a loaf of bread, and a pot of honey. But when she cracked the first egg and found a bloody half-formed chick inside, her stomach roiled. - Cersei III, AFFC

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Dornish eggs, and a bat in Sansa's stomach.

For herself, she tried a little of the Dornish eggs, but the peppers burned her mouth. Otherwise she only nibbled at the fruit and fish and honeycakes. Every time Joffrey looked at her, her tummy got so fluttery that she felt as though she'd swallowed a bat. - Sansa IV, ASOS

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Sons, and daughters.

Should you ever have a son, Sansa, beat him frequently so he learns to mind you. I only had the one boy and I hardly beat him at all, so now he pays more heed to Butterbumps than he does to me. - Sansa I, ASOS

You'll know that, when you have a child."

"A child?" said Sansa, uncertainly.

Lysa waved a hand negligently. "Not for many years. You are too young to be a mother. One day you shall want children, though. Just as you will want to marry." - Sansa VI, ASOS

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?" - Jon II, ASOS

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She added a third.

She pushed two of her snowballs together, added a third - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Pearls.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

"The pearls symbolize fertility. The more pearls Your Worship wears, the more healthy children she will bear." - Daenerys VI, ADWD

Cersei Lannister ignored the question. "The cloak," she commanded, and the women brought it out: a long cloak of white velvet heavy with pearls. - Sansa III, ASOS

He showed them how each face bore the sigil of one of the great houses: ruby lion, emerald rose, onyx stag, silver trout, blue jade falcon, opal sun, and pearl direwolf. - Sansa IV, ASOS

The bodice was decorated with freshwater pearls, though. The cloak will cover them. The cloak was a deep green, with a large hood. She slipped the dress over her head, and donned the cloak, though she left the hood down for the moment. - Sansa V, ASOS

ACOK: Sansa VII (ch. 62) <- Daenerys V (ch. 63)

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

She was breaking her fast on a bowl of cold shrimp-and-persimmon soup when Irri brought her a Qartheen gown, an airy confection of ivory samite patterned with seed pearls. "Take it away," Dany said. "The docks are no place for lady's finery." - Daenerys V, ACOK

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Jeyne Westerling or Sansa Stark?

Queen. Yes, this pretty little girl is a queen, I must remember that. She was pretty, undeniably, with her chestnut curls and heart-shaped face, and that shy smile. Slender, but with good hips, Catelyn noted. She should have no trouble bearing children, at least. - Catelyn II, ASOS

And at Winterfell, Sansa was a little girl with auburn hair. My daughter is a maiden tall and fair, and her hair is chestnut. Men see what they expect to see, Alayne. - Alayne I, ASOS

"Your bosom will be as lovely as the queen's," the old woman said as she looped her string around Sansa's chest. "You should not hide it so."

The comment made her blush. Yet the last time she'd gone riding, she could not lace her jerkin all the way to the top, and the stableboy gaped at her as he helped her mount. Sometimes she caught grown men looking at her chest as well, and some of her tunics were so tight she could scarce breathe in them. - Sansa II, ASOS

"Jeyne," she called after, "there's one more thing Robb needs from you, though he may not know it yet himself. A king must have an heir."

The girl smiled at that. "My mother says the same. She makes a posset for me, herbs and milk and ale, to help make me fertile. I drink it every morning. I told Robb I'm sure to give him twins. An Eddard and a Brandon. He liked that, I think. We . . . we try most every day, my lady. Sometimes twice or more." The girl blushed very prettily. "I'll be with child soon, I promise. I pray to our Mother Above, every night." - Catelyn III, ASOS

Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. - Arya I, AGOT

The girl did seem to have a good heart, just as Robb had said. And good hips, which might be more important. - Catelyn III, ASOS

Lady Tanda had been fleeing as well. "You have a good heart, my lady," she said to Sansa. - Sansa V, ASOS

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Don't worry about Roslin, the mother was plenty fertile.

When she told him of Edmure's concerns about Lady Roslin's fertility, he chuckled. "Your lord brother need have no fear, Lady Catelyn. She's small, I'll grant you, and narrow in the hips, but her mother was the same, and Lady Bethany gave Lord Walder a child every year."

"How many lived past infancy?" she asked bluntly.

"Five." He ticked them off on fingers plump as sausages. - Catelyn VI, ASOS

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For the one hundredth time: Mance or Jon?

The boy did not have a name yet, no more than Gilly's did. That was the wildling way. Not even Mance Rayder's son would get a name till his third year, it would seem, though Sam had heard the brothers calling him "the little prince" and "born-in-battle." - Samwell IV, ASOS

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But what do they want?

He watched the child nurse at Gilly's breast, and then he watched Jon watch. Jon is smiling. A sad smile, still, but definitely a smile of sorts. Sam was glad to see it. It is the first time I've seen him smile since I got back. - Samwell IV, ASOS

I don't want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon. - Sansa III, ASOS

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Her Florian.

Sansa smoothed down her skirts and sat. "I think . . . fools, my lady? You mean . . . the sort in motley?"

"Feathers, in this case. What did you imagine I was speaking of? My son? Or these lovely ladies? No, don't blush, with your hair it makes you look like a pomegranate. All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns. - Sansa I, ASOS

"A fool and a knight?" said Jonquil. "I have never heard of such a thing."

"Sweet lady," said Florian, "all men are fools, and all men are knights, where women are concerned." - The Hedge Knight

The pool from which the town took its name, where legend said that Florian the Fool had first glimpsed Jonquil bathing with her sisters, was so choked with rotting corpses that the water had turned into a murky grey-green soup. - Jaime III, ASOS

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Sansa hears a dreadful song, and looks to the wrong people for help.

"I CALLED FOR A KNIGHT, BUT YOU'RE A BEAR! A BEAR! A BEAR! ALL BLACK AND BROWN AND COVERED WITH HAIR!" - Sansa I, ASOS

Would he command his Kingsguard to strip her naked once again? The last time he had done that his uncle Tyrion had stopped him, but the Imp could not save her now. - Sansa I, ASOS

No one can save me but my Florian. Ser Dontos had promised he would help her escape, but not until the night of Joffrey's wedding. - Sansa I, ASOS

I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she'd been wise. - Sansa I, ASOS

The words came tumbling out of her. "Yes. I will. I would like that more than anything. To wed Ser Loras, to love him . . ."

"Loras?" Lady Olenna sounded annoyed. "Don't be foolish, child. Kingsguard never wed. Didn't they teach you anything in Winterfell? We were speaking of my grandson Willas. He is a bit old for you, to be sure, but a dear boy for all that. Not the least bit oafish, and heir to Highgarden besides." - Sansa I, ASOS

Thankfully the dreadful song ends, and the cheese finally arrives.

Thank you, @karynlibrarian and @minitafan!

Tyrion broke off a nibble of the cheese. It was sharp indeed, and veined with wine; very choice. "Whoever the king names will not have an easy time stepping into your armor, I can tell. Lord Mormont faces the same problem."

Lord Janos looked puzzled. - Tyrion II, ACOK

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A little bear cub.

Tormund gave a shrug, as if to say he would never understand such madness. "Well, you are a free man now, but if you will not have the girl, best find yourself a she-bear. - Jon II, ASOS

"I do. Lysa has no cause for complaint." He smiled. "I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You're crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Jonnel (One-Eye) Stark, son of Lynara Stark, married to Sansa Stark.

Thank you, @occupyvenus!

"A blind boy, must be. Who ever heard of a king without ears? Why, his crown would fall straight down to his neck! Har!" - Jon I, ASOS

He could still hear wings, though the eagle was not in sight. Half his world was black. "My eye," he said in sudden panic, raising a hand to his face.

"It's only blood, Jon Snow. He missed the eye, just ripped your skin up some."

His face was throbbing. Tormund stood over them bellowing, he saw from his right eye as he rubbed blood from his left.

[...]

Ygritte said, "Orell tried to take his eye out."

"It was him I asked. Has he lost his tongue? Perhaps he should, to spare us further lies."

Styr the Magnar drew a long knife. "The boy might see more clear with one eye, instead of two."

"Would you like to keep your eye, Jon?" asked the King-beyond-the-Wall. - Jon II, ASOS

Were there twenty or twenty thousand? In the dark there was no way to tell. This is a battle of blind men, but Mance has a few thousand more of them than we do. - Jon VIII, ASOS

Pyp turned aside to retch, and Jon found himself envying Maester Aemon his blindness. - Jon VIII, ASOS

"Aye," Slynt said. "A blind man with a chain about his neck, who does he think he is?"

Aemon Targaryen, Jon thought, a king's son and a king's brother and a king who might have been. But he said nothing. - Jon X, ASOS

The first time he had seen the Wall he had been younger than Devan, serving aboard the Cobblecat under Roro Uhoris, a Tyroshi known up and down the narrow sea as the Blind Bastard, though he was neither blind nor baseborn. - Davos V, ASOS

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Two Hearts that Beat as One: Jon and Sansa are forced into unwanted marriages.

Thank you, @esther-dot!

Mance nodded. "Good. You'll go with Jarl and Styr on the morrow, then. Both of you. Far be it from me to separate two hearts that beat as one." - Jon II, ASOS

Two hearts that beat as one. Mance Rayder's mocking words rang bitter in his head. Jon had seldom felt so confused. - Jon III, ASOS

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"Here in the sight of gods and men," he said, "I do solemnly proclaim Tyrion of House Lannister and Sansa of House Stark to be man and wife, one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever, and cursed be the one who comes between them."

She had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing. - Sansa III, ASOS

If Tyrion did it, they will think I was part of it as well, she realized with a start of fear. How not? They were man and wife, and Joff had killed her father and mocked her with her brother's death. One flesh, one heart, one soul. - Sansa V, ASOS

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It doesn't compare to kissing a king.

They spent long afternoons doing needlework and talking over lemon cakes and honeyed wine, played at tiles of an evening, sang together in the castle sept . . . and often one or two of them would be chosen to share Margaery's bed, where they would whisper half the night away. Alla had a lovely voice, and when coaxed would play the woodharp and sing songs of chivalry and lost loves. Megga couldn't sing, but she was mad to be kissed. She and Alla played a kissing game sometimes, she confessed, but it wasn't the same as kissing a man, much less a king. - Sansa II, ASOS

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Sansa keeps hearing stories about favors.

As for Elinor, she was promised to a young squire, a son of Lord Ambrose; they would be wed as soon as he won his spurs. He had worn her favor in the Battle of the Blackwater, where he'd slain a Myrish crossbowman and a Mullendore man-at-arms. "Alyn said her favor made him fearless," said Megga. "He says he shouted her name for his battle cry, isn't that ever so gallant? Someday I want some champion to wear my favor, and kill a hundred men." Elinor told her to hush, but looked pleased all the same. - Sansa II, ASOS

Your mother did not deserve him. She would not even give him her favor to wear when he fought Brandon Stark. I would have given him my favor. I gave him everything. He is mine now. - Sansa VII, ASOS

He grinned. "I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney?"

"You may not. It is promised to...another." She was not sure who as yet, but she knew she would find someone. - Alayne I, TWOW

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A Girl in Grey.

The Liddle took out a knife and whittled at a stick. "When there was a Stark in Winterfell, a maiden girl could walk the kingsroad in her name-day gown and still go unmolested, and travelers could find fire, bread, and salt at many an inn and holdfast. But the nights are colder now, and doors are closed. There's squids in the wolfswood, and flayed men ride the kingsroad asking after strangers." - Bran II, ASOS

"No. I mean, yes." He blushed. "The colors. Our arms are purple and white chequy, my lady. With gold coins. In the checks. Purple and white. Both." He studied her feet.

"There's a tale behind those coins," said Tyrion. "No doubt Pod will confide it to your toes one day. Just now we are expected at the Queen's Ballroom, however. Shall we?" - Sansa IV, ASOS

Arya XII, ASOS -> <- Tyrion IX, ASOS

"There's frost above us and snow in the high passes," the village elder said. "If you don't freeze or starve, the shadowcats will get you, or the cave bears. There's the clans as well. The Burned Men are fearless since Timett One-Eye came back from the war. And half a year ago, Gunthor son of Gurn led the Stone Crows down on a village not eight miles from here. They took every woman and every scrap of grain, and killed half the men. They have steel now, good swords and mail hauberks, and they watch the high road—the Stone Crows, the Milk Snakes, the Sons of the Mist, all of them. Might be you'd take a few with you, but in the end they'd kill you and make off with your daughter." - Arya XII, ASOS

He could send Podrick Payne questing after Shagga, he supposed, but there were so many hiding places in the deep of the kingswood that outlaws often evaded capture for decades. And Pod sometimes has difficulty finding the kitchens when I sent him down for cheese. Timett son of Timett would likely be back in the Mountains of the Moon by now. - Tyrion IX, ASOS

A groom led a fine grey mare out the stable door. On her back was mounted a skinny hollow-eyed girl wrapped in a heavy cloak. Grey, it was, like the dress beneath it, and trimmed with white satin. The clasp that pinned it to her breast was wrought in the shape of a wolf's head with slitted opal eyes. The girl's long brown hair blew wild in the wind. She had a pretty face, he thought, but her eyes were sad and wary. - Jaime IX, ASOS

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The Wall defends Jon and Sansa.

"I hate this Wall," she said in a low angry voice. "Can you feel how cold it is?"

"It's made of ice," Jon pointed out.

"You know nothing, Jon Snow. This wall is made o' blood."

Nor had it drunk its fill. By sunset, two of the Thenns had fallen from the ladder to their deaths, but they were the last. It was near midnight before Jon reached the top. The stars were out again, and Ygritte was trembling from the climb. "I almost fell," she said, with tears in her eyes. "Twice. Thrice. The Wall was trying t' shake me off, I could feel it." One of the tears broke free and trickled slowly down her cheek. - Jon IV, ASOS

He had always had a yen to see the Titan of Braavos. Perhaps that would please Sansa. Gently, he spoke of Braavos, and met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he had walked once in the north. It made him weary. Then and now. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

"Courtesy is a lady's armor," Sansa said. Her septa had always told her that.

"I am your husband. You can take off your armor now." - Sansa III, ASOS

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Cold courtesy.

Perhaps that would please Sansa. Gently, he spoke of Braavos, and met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he had walked once in the north. It made him weary. Then and now. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

Jon Snow sat up suddenly, and the three men froze at the sound of the slosh. "My lords," he said with cold courtesy. - Jon XII, ASOS

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The Wall is yours, Jon.

The Wall is mine, Jon reminded himself whenever he felt his strength flagging. - Jon VII, ASOS

The Wall is mine, he reminded himself. - Jon IX, ASOS

Gently, he spoke of Braavos, and met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he had walked once in the north. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

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Jon and Sansa are left in charge, and reassure terrified people during a battle.

Thank you, @aegor-bamfsteel!

He looked around the ring of firelit faces. "I need two bows and two spears to help me hold the tunnel if they break the gate." More than ten stepped forward, and the smith picked his four. "Jon, you have the Wall till I return."

For a moment Jon thought he had misheard. It had sounded as if Noye were leaving him in command. "My lord?"

"Lord? I'm a blacksmith. I said, the Wall is yours."

There are older men, Jon wanted to say, better men. I am still as green as summer grass. I'm wounded, and I stand accused of desertion. His mouth had gone bone dry. "Aye," he managed. [...] "The Wall will stop them," Jon heard himself say. He turned and said it again, louder. "The Wall will stop them. The Wall defends itself." Hollow words, but he needed to say them, almost as much as his brothers needed to hear them. "Mance wants to unman us with his numbers. Does he think we're stupid?" He was shouting now, his leg forgotten, and every man was listening. "The chariots, the horsemen, all those fools on foot . . . what are they going to do to us up here? Any of you ever see a mammoth climb a wall?" He laughed, and Pyp and Owen and half a dozen more laughed with him. "They're nothing, they're less use than our straw brothers here, they can't reach us, they can't hurt us, and they don't frighten us, do they?" - Jon VIII, ASOS

"Oh, gods," an old woman wailed. "We're lost, the battle's lost, she's running." Several children were crying. They can smell the fear. Sansa found herself alone on the dais. Should she stay here, or run after the queen and plead for her life?

She never knew why she got to her feet, but she did. "Don't be afraid," she told them loudly. "The queen has raised the drawbridge. This is the safest place in the city. There's thick walls, the moat, the spikes . . ."

[...]

Sansa raised her hands for quiet. "Joffrey's come back to the castle. He's not hurt. They're still fighting, that's all I know, they're fighting bravely. The queen will be back soon." The last was a lie, but she had to soothe them. She noticed the fools standing under the galley. "Moon Boy, make us laugh."

[...]

Sansa went to Ser Lancel and knelt beside him. His wound was bleeding afresh where the queen had struck him. "Madness," he gasped. "Gods, the Imp was right, was right . . ."

"Help him," Sansa commanded two of the serving men. One just looked at her and ran, flagon and all. Other servants were leaving the hall as well, but she could not help that. Together, Sansa and the serving man got the wounded knight back on his feet. "Take him to Maester Frenken." - Sansa VII, ACOK

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Jon the Gargoyle.

Thank you, @dontbipanicjonsa and @minitafan!

When the moonstones hung from Sansa's ears and about her neck, the queen nodded. "Yes. The gods have been kind to you, Sansa. You are a lovely girl. It seems almost obscene to squander such sweet innocence on that gargoyle."

"What gargoyle?" Sansa did not understand. - Sansa III, ASOS

He raised his eyes to gaze up at the walls. In place of merlons, a thousand grotesques and gargoyles looked down on him, each different from all the others; wyverns, griffins, demons, manticores, minotaurs, basilisks, hellhounds, cockatrices, and a thousand queerer creatures sprouted from the castle's battlements as if they'd grown there. - Davos V, ASOS

Ser Garlan laughed. "I was a plump little boy, I fear, and we do have an uncle called Garth the Gross. So Willas struck first, though not before threatening me with Garlan the Greensick, Garlan the Galling, and Garlan the Gargoyle." - Sansa III, ASOS

Again he had the answer. "It's been snowing on your castle, my lady," he pointed out. "What do the gargoyles look like when they're covered with snow?" - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Tyrion, the Targaryen groom.

Thank you, @butterflies-dragons!

Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions' heads. - Sansa III, ASOS

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Sansa, the Targaryen wedding guest.

Sansa wore a gown of silvery satin trimmed in vair, with dagged sleeves that almost touched the floor, lined in soft purple felt. Shae had arranged her hair artfully in a delicate silver net winking with dark purple gemstones. - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

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Laughing despite everything.

Thank you, @agentrouka-blog!

It was so sweet and silly that Sansa had to laugh, despite everything. Afterward she was absurdly grateful. Somehow the laughter made her hopeful again, if only for a little while. Smiling, she let the music take her, losing herself in the steps, in the sound of flute and pipes and harp, in the rhythm of the drum . . . and from time to time in Ser Garlan's arms, when the dance brought them together. - Sansa III, ASOS

Jon had to laugh. Even now, even here. Ygritte had been fond of Longspear Ryk. He hoped he found some joy with Tormund's Munda. Someone needed to find some joy somewhere. - Jon X, ASOS

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A shy maid on her wedding night.

Her hands trembled as she began fumbling at her clothes. She had ten thumbs instead of fingers, and all of them were broken. Yet somehow she managed the laces and buttons, and her cloak and gown and girdle and undersilk slid to the floor, until finally she was stepping out of her smallclothes. Gooseprickles covered her arms and legs. She kept her eyes on the floor, too shy to look at him, but when she was done she glanced up and found him staring. There was hunger in his green eye, it seemed to her, and fury in the black. Sansa did not know which scared her more. - Sansa III, ASOS

Qhorin came and stood over him as the first flame rose up flickering from the shavings of bark and dead dry pine needles. "As shy as a maid on her wedding night," the big ranger said in a soft voice, "and near as fair. Sometimes a man forgets how pretty a fire can be."

He was not a man you'd expect to speak of maids and wedding nights. So far as Jon knew, Qhorin had spent his whole life in the Watch. Did he ever love a maid or have a wedding? He could not ask. Instead he fanned the fire. When the blaze was all acrackle, he peeled off his stiff gloves to warm his hands, and sighed, wondering if ever a kiss had felt as good. - Jon VIII, ACOK

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Two imprisoned husbands? Quickly after Tyrion is arrested, Jon Snow joins him.

"Hush, you'll be the death of us. I did nothing. Come, we must away, they'll search for you. Your husband's been arrested."

"Tyrion?" she said, shocked.

"Do you have another husband? The Imp, the dwarf uncle, she thinks he did it." He grabbed her hand and pulled at her. "This way, we must away, quickly now, have no fear." - Sansa V, ASOS

Slynt purpled. "Murder? You insolent pup. King Robert was not even cold when Lord Eddard moved against his son." He rose to his feet; a shorter man than Mormont, but thick about the chest and arms, with a gut to match. A small gold spear tipped with red enamel pinned his cloak at the shoulder. "Your father died by the sword, but he was highborn, a King's Hand. For you, a noose will serve. Ser Alliser, take this turncloak to an ice cell." - Jon IX, ASOS

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A dragon knight shows up all over Sansa's chapter.

They continued down the serpentine and across a small sunken courtyard. Ser Dontos shoved open a heavy door and lit a taper. They were inside a long gallery. Along the walls stood empty suits of armor, dark and dusty, their helms crested with rows of scales that continued down their backs. As they hurried past, the taper's light made the shadows of each scale stretch and twist. The hollow knights are turning into dragons, she thought. - Sansa V, ASOS

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Sansa dared not look down. She kept her eyes on the face of the cliff, making certain of each step before reaching for the next. The stone was rough and cold. Sometimes she could feel her fingers slipping, and the handholds were not as evenly spaced as she would have liked. The bells would not stop ringing. Before she was halfway down her arms were trembling and she knew that she was going to fall. One more step, she told herself, one more step. She had to keep moving. If she stopped, she would never start again, and dawn would find her still clinging to the cliff, frozen in fear. One more step, and one more step.

The ground took her by surprise. She stumbled and fell, her heart pounding. When she rolled onto her back and stared up at from where she had come, her head swam dizzily and her fingers clawed at the dirt. I did it. I did it, I didn't fall, I made the climb and now I'm going home. - Sansa V, ASOS

One step and then another, Jon told himself. One step and then another, and I will not fall. [...]

One step and then another, he resumed when the gale subsided. One step and then another, and I will not fall. [...]

One step and then another, he thought, clinging tight. [...]

Don't look down. Keep your weight above your feet. Don't look down. Look at the rock in front of you. There's a good handhold, yes. Don't look down. I can catch a breath on that ledge there, all I need to do is reach it. Never look down. - Jon VI, ACOK

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A ghostly shape appears at the hint of dawn.

The eastern sky was vague with the first hint of dawn when Sansa finally saw a ghostly shape in the darkness ahead - Sansa V, ASOS

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Jon and Sansa are drowning.

Thank you, @minitafan!

Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck. - Sansa I, ASOS

Longclaw seemed heavier than lead in his hand, too heavy to lift. The man kept staring at him, with eyes as big and black as wells. I will fall into those eyes and drown. - Jon V, ASOS

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Sam, Gilly, and weird sister thoughts while sleeping.

He liked sleeping next to her. It made him remember times long past, when he had shared a huge bed at Horn Hill with two of his sisters. - Samwell III, ASOS

When the feast was done he went up to sleep; not to the lord's bedchamber where his mother and father lived but to the room he had once shared with his sisters. Only instead of his sisters it was Gilly waiting in the huge soft bed, wearing nothing but a big shaggy fur, milk leaking from her breasts. - Samwell III, ASOS

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The blood of Winterfell.

When the dreams took him, he found himself back home once more, splashing in the hot pools beneath a huge white weirwood that had his father's face. Ygritte was with him, laughing at him, shedding her skins till she was naked as her name day, trying to kiss him, but he couldn't, not with his father watching. He was the blood of Winterfell, a man of the Night's Watch. I will not father a bastard, he told her. I will not. I will not. - Jon VI, ASOS

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. - Sansa I, AFFC

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Sons and daughters of Winterfell.

Lord Commander Mormont made you his steward. You are a son of Winterfell, a nephew of Benjen Stark. It must be you or no one. The Wall is yours, Jon Snow. - Jon VIII, ASOS

I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. - Arya XIII, ASOS

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Stone and Snow are north of the Neck.

Lord Redwyne laughed. "What is there north of the Neck that any sane man would want? If Greyjoy will trade swords and sails for stone and snow, I say do it, and count ourselves lucky." - Tyrion III, ASOS

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I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you.

It was not as though he was the first man ever to keep a concubine. Sansa's own oh-so-honorable father had given her a bastard brother. - Tyrion VII, ASOS

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Jon and Ygritte open and close like their foils.

Jon slid his dirk free, grabbing the man by the hair and jamming the point of the knife up under his chin as he reached for his—no, her—

His hand froze. "A girl." - Jon VI, ACOK

"I never meant to steal you," he said. "I never knew you were a girl until my knife was at your throat." - Jon III, ASOS

"Just as if I was one of those true knights you love so well, yes. What do you think a knight is for, girl? You think it's all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in gold plate? Knights are for killing." He laid the edge of his longsword against her neck, just under her ear. Sansa could feel the sharpness of the steel. - Sansa IV, ACOK

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"Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying. - Jon VII

Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. "Little bird," he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard cloth ripping, followed by the softer sound of retreating footsteps. - Sansa VII, ACOK

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Prince Aemon keeps following Sansa around the story.

ASOS: Jon XII (ch. 79) -> Sansa VII (ch. 80)

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne." - Jon XII, ASOS

"Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me." - Sansa III, AGOT

The gift of a sword, even a sword as fine as Longclaw, did not make him a Mormont. Nor was he Aemon Targaryen. - Jon IX, AGOT

AGOT: Sansa IV (ch. 51) -> Jon VII (ch. 52)

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother's queen. - Sansa IV, AGOT

ACOK: Jon VI (ch. 51) <- Sansa IV (ch. 52) -> Jon VII (ch. 53)

She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard. - Sansa IV, ACOK

"No doubt you're right. So why don't you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling. I'm sure it won't be very long now." - Sansa V, ACOK

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The theme of wanton behaviour suddenly explodes for two characters who have never exhibited wanton behaviour.

He was a bastard, after all. Everyone knew that bastards were wanton and treacherous by nature, having been born of lust and deceit. - Jon VII, ASOS

Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. - Jon X, ASOS

Where are you going? Are you afraid? Such wanton behavior must be punished, but I will not be hard on you. - Sansa VII, ASOS

"So you admit it now? It was you, just as I thought. You are as wanton as your mother." - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Most succumb to their baser selves.

"I have heard that in the Sunset Kingdoms men take solemn vows to keep chaste and father no children, but live only for their duty. Is it not so?"

"It is," Arstan said, when the question was put. "There are many such orders. The maesters of the Citadel, the septons and septas who serve the Seven, the silent sisters of the dead, the Kingsguard and the Night's Watch . . ."

"Poor things," growled the slaver, after the translation. "Men were not made to live thus. Their days are a torment of temptation, any fool must see, and no doubt most succumb to their baser selves. Not so our Unsullied. They are wed to their swords in a way that your Sworn Brothers cannot hope to match. No woman can ever tempt them, nor any man." - Daenerys II, ASOS

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Cinderella, her evil step-mother, and the glass slipper. Where's Prince Charming?

Thank you, @agentrouka-blog!

Up in the gallery the musicians took up their pipes and horns and fiddles again, and began to play "The Queen Took Off Her Sandal, the King Took Off His Crown." - Catelyn VII, ASOS

They brought her new shoes as well, slippers of soft grey doeskin that hugged her feet like lovers. "You are very beautiful, my lady," the seamstress said when she was dressed. - Sansa III, ASOS

Lysa threw herself into Littlefinger's arms, sobbing. As they hugged, Sansa crawled from the Moon Door on hands and knees and wrapped her arms around the nearest pillar. She could feel her heart pounding. There was snow in her hair and her right shoe was missing. It must have fallen. She shuddered, and hugged the pillar tighter. - Sansa VII, ASOS

Irri slid the slippers onto Dany's feet. They were gilded leather, decorated with green freshwater pearls. Does the butcher king believe a pair of pretty slippers will win my hand? "King Cleon is most generous. You may thank him for his lovely gift." Lovely, but made for a child. Dany had small feet, yet the pointed slippers mashed her toes together. - Daenerys I, ADWD

One of her sandals had slipped off during her wild flight from Meereen and she had left the other up by Drogon's cave, preferring to go barefoot rather than half-shod. - Daenerys X, ADWD

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Will it be a Dornish princess for Aegon, and a northern girl for Aemon? Double ouch.

"Viserys said once that it was my fault, for being born too late." She had denied it hotly, she remembered, going so far as to tell Viserys that it was his fault for not being born a girl. He beat her cruelly for that insolence. "If I had been born more timely, he said, Rhaegar would have married me instead of Elia, and it would all have come out different. If Rhaegar had been happy in his wife, he would not have needed the Stark girl." - Daenerys IV, ASOS

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Sansa and Jon are all alone in bed.

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. He did not want to die alone. - Jon V, ASOS

She threw back the coverlets. I must be brave. Her torments would soon be ended, one way or the other. If Lady was here, I would not be afraid. Lady was dead, though; Robb, Bran, Rickon, Arya, her father, her mother, even Septa Mordane. All of them are dead but me. She was alone in the world now.

Her lord husband was not beside her, but she was used to that. Tyrion was a bad sleeper and often rose before the dawn. - Sansa IV, ASOS

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Loopholes.

"By the High Septon or a Council of Faith. Our present High Septon is a trained seal who barks prettily on command. Moon Boy is more like to annul my marriage than he is." - Tyrion IV, ASOS

Robb's fingers brushed the pommel of his sword. "If I could I'd take his ugly head off. Sansa would be a widow then, and free. There's no other way that I can see. They made her speak the vows before a septon and don a crimson cloak." - Catelyn IV, ASOS

I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest? Not that Jaime was truly concerned about that fat fraud, or the gods he claimed to serve. - Jaime I, ASOS

"You gave her to him?" she cried, dismayed. "You swore an oath to Lady Catelyn . . ."

"With a sword at my throat, but never mind. Lady Catelyn's dead. I could not give her back her daughters even if I had them. And the girl my father sent with Steelshanks was not Arya Stark." - Jaime IX, ASOS

"Vows made at sword point are not valid," the maester argued. - Bran V, ACOK

"She is old enough to be Lady of Winterfell once her brother is dead. Claim her maidenhood and you will be one step closer to claiming the north. Get her with child, and the prize is all but won. Do I need to remind you that a marriage that has not been consummated can be set aside?" - Tyrion IV, ASOS

Jaime sighed. "Then let them wed. It will be years before Tommen is old enough to consummate the marriage. And until he does, the union can always be set aside. Give Tyrell his wedding and send him off to play at war." - Jaime I, AFFC

"The monster has tied us a thorny knot," the old knight told Maester Luwin. "Like it or no, Lady Hornwood was his wife. He made her say the vows before both septon and heart tree, and bedded her that very night before witnesses. She signed a will naming him as heir and fixed her seal to it." - Bran V, ACOK

Septon Cellador cleared his throat. "Lord Slynt," he said, "this boy refused to swear his vows properly in the sept, but went beyond the Wall to say his words before a heart tree. His father's gods, he said, but they are wildling gods as well."

"They are the gods of the north, Septon." Maester Aemon was courteous, but firm. - Jon IX, ASOS

(A vow sworn in a sept . . .)

"Jon." Melisandre was so close he could feel the warmth of her breath. "R'hllor is the only true god. A vow sworn to a tree has no more power than one sworn to your shoes. Open your heart and let the light of the Lord come in. Burn these weirwoods, and accept Winterfell as a gift of the Lord of Light." - Jon XI, ASOS

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Her claim.

"The girl's happiness is not my purpose, nor should it be yours. Our alliances in the south may be as solid as Casterly Rock, but there remains the north to win, and the key to the north is Sansa Stark." - Tyrion III, ASOS

The thought made Sansa weary. All she knew of Robert Arryn was that he was a little boy, and sickly. It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. - Sansa VI, ASOS

"How can I lose men I do not have? I had hoped to bestow Winterfell on a northman, you may recall. A son of Eddard Stark. He threw my offer in my face." Stannis Baratheon with a grievance was like a mastiff with a bone; he gnawed it down to splinters.

"By right Winterfell should go to my sister Sansa." - Jon I, ADWD

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Tyrion wants Winterfell and Sansa. Jon wants Winterfell and . . .

I want her, he realized. I want Winterfell, yes, but I want her as well, child or woman or whatever she is. I want to comfort her. I want to hear her laugh. I want her to come to me willingly, to bring me her joys and her sorrows and her lust. - Tyrion IV, ASOS

When Jon had been very young, too young to understand what it meant to be a bastard, he used to dream that one day Winterfell might be his. - Jon XI, ASOS

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister's son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly's boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We'd find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance's son and Craster's would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb.

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Count on Jon and Sansa to always forget someone.

Sansa had grown up with three brothers. She never thought to have a claim, but with Bran and Rickon dead . . . It doesn't matter, there's still Robb, he's a man grown now, and soon he'll wed and have a son. - Sansa II, ASOS

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They have the look.

"I see it now," the Lady Lysa said, as she set the core aside. "You look so much like Catelyn."

"It's kind of you to say so."

"It was not meant as flattery. If truth be told, you look too much like Catelyn. - Sansa VI, ASOS

Stannis snorted. "I know Janos Slynt. And I knew Ned Stark as well. Your father was no friend of mine, but only a fool would doubt his honor or his honesty. You have his look." - Jon XI, ASOS

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He's no Loras, but I don't think she'll be disappointed.

She could never hold a picture of Willas long in her head, though; her imaginings kept turning him back into Ser Loras, young and graceful and beautiful. You must not think of him like that, she told herself. Or else he may see the disappointment in your eyes when you meet, and how could he marry you then, knowing it was his brother you loved? - Sansa II, ASOS

She remembered her own childish disappointment, the first time she had laid eyes on Eddard Stark. She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. - Catelyn V, ASOS

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Throwaway lines that make us smile.

Dress warmly, Ser Dontos had told her, and dress dark. She had no blacks, so she chose a dress of thick brown wool. - Sansa V, ASOS

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Shades of Jon.

"The dwarf's wife did the murder with him," swore an archer in Lord Rowan's livery. "Afterward, she vanished from the hall in a puff of brimstone, and a ghostly direwolf was seen prowling the Red Keep, blood dripping from his jaws." - Sansa VII, ASOS

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head." - Arya XIII, ASOS

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Jon hears a familiar song.

Thank you, @minitafan!

Yet still the drums beat on, the trebuchets shuddered and thumped, and the sound of skinpipes came wafting through the night like the songs of strange fierce birds. Septon Cellador began to sing as well, his voice tremulous and thick with wine.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy - Jon VIII, ASOS

"Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life."

Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don’t kill me, she wanted to scream, please don’t. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears.

Gentle Mother, font of mercy - Sansa VII, ACOK

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Arya's sister catches a crow.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

The crows were there too, screaming at the wolves and filling the air with feathers. Their blood was hotter, and one of her sisters had snapped at one as it took flight and caught it by the wing. It made her want a crow herself. She wanted to taste the blood, to hear the bones crunch between her teeth, to fill her belly with warm flesh instead of cold. She was hungry and the meat was all around, but she knew she could not eat. - Arya XII, ASOS

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Alayne Stone or Jon Snow?

"I have no gallant knights in my service, Alayne. Such a tale would draw unwanted questions as a corpse draws crows. It is rude to pry into the origins of a man's natural children, however." He cocked his head. "So, who are you?"

"Alayne . . . Stone, would it be?" When he nodded, she said, "But who is my mother?" - Sansa VI, ASOS

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Samwell Tarly or Sansa Stark?

Sobbing, he took another step. The snow swirled down around him. [...]

Sobbing, he took another step. The crust was broken where he set his feet, otherwise he did not think he could have moved at all. [...]

Sobbing, he took another step. - Samwell I, ASOS

One more step, she told herself, one more step. She had to keep moving. If she stopped, she would never start again, and dawn would find her still clinging to the cliff, frozen in fear. One more step, and one more step. - Sansa V, ASOS

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Maslyn screamed for mercy. Why had he suddenly remembered that? It was nothing he wanted to remember. The man had stumbled backward, dropping his sword, pleading, yielding, even yanking off his thick black glove and thrusting it up before him as if it were a gauntlet. He was still shrieking for quarter as the wight lifted him in the air by the throat and near ripped the head off him. The dead have no mercy left in them, and the Others . . . no, I mustn't think of that, don't think, don't remember, just walk, just walk, just walk.

[...]

Why must he remember the fight at the Fist? He didn't want to remember. Not that. He tried to make himself remember his mother, or his little sister Talla, or that girl Gilly at Craster's Keep. - Samwell I, ASOS

Sansa did not know what had happened to Jeyne, who had disappeared from her rooms afterward, never to be mentioned again. She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. - Sansa II, ACOK

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Sam knew a hundred songs, but when he tried to think of one he couldn't. The words had all gone from his head. He sobbed again and said, "I don't know any songs, Grenn. I did know some, but now I don't." - Samwell I, ASOS

Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. - Sansa VII, ACOK

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Whatever pride his lord father might have felt at Samwell's birth vanished as the boy grew up plump, soft, and awkward. Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was. But he grew ill at the sight of blood, and wept to see even a chicken slaughtered. - Jon IV, ASOS

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Remembering Robb.

She had last seen snow the day she'd left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. - Sansa VII, ASOS

He remembered Robb as he had last seen him, standing in the yard with snow melting in his auburn hair. - Jon IX, AGOT

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Jon's better at sums.

Thank you, @trins-trins!

She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. - Jon XII, ASOS

It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward. - Arya I, AGOT

"Matthar, to the rangers. Dareon, to the stewards. Todder, to the rangers. Jon, to the stewards."

The stewards! For a moment Jon could not believe what he had heard. - Jon VI, AGOT

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Oh no, does Willas have a bad leg?

"Willas has a bad leg but a good heart," said Margaery. "He used to read to me when I was a little girl, and draw me pictures of the stars. You will love him as much as we do, Sansa." - Sansa I, ASOS

Suddenly he was too weary to stand, and his leg was agony from knee to groin. He fumbled for his crutch. - Jon VIII, ASOS

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Ashford alert: Willas was supposed to be another Leo.

The Fat Flower thrust him into tourneys at too tender an age, just as he did with the other two. He wanted another Leo Longthorn, and made himself a cripple. - Tyrion V, ASOS

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Here we go again! A plot device does her best Sansa Stark impression.

Val looked at him with pale grey eyes. "He always climbed too fast." She was as fair as he'd remembered, slender, full-breasted, graceful even at rest, with high sharp cheekbones and a thick braid of honey-colored hair that fell to her waist. - Jon X, ASOS

Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue - Jon XI, ADWD

vs.

Worse, she was beautiful. - Arya I, AGOT

"Your bosom will be as lovely as the queen's," the old woman said as she looped her string around Sansa's chest. "You should not hide it so." - Sansa II, ASOS

"I had heard that Lord Littlefinger's daughter was fair of face and full of grace, but no one ever told me that she was a thief." - Alayne I, TWOW

Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones - Arya I, AGOT

"OH, SWEET SHE WAS, AND PURE, AND FAIR! THE MAID WITH HONEY IN HER HAIR!" - Sansa I, ASOS

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Then Ghost emerged from between two trees, with Val beside him.

They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely. - Jon XI, ADWD

vs.

She donned silken smallclothes and a linen shift, and over that a warm dress of blue lambswool. Two pairs of hose for her legs, boots that laced up to her knees, heavy leather gloves, and finally a hooded cloak of soft white fox fur.

[...]

He smiled. "I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You're crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe. How long have you been out here? You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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ASOS: PART IV

Touch me.

Chapter Transitions

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#operation stumpy re-read #foreshadowing smorgasbord #asos summary #sansa stark #jon snow #jonsa

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wc-wild-rewrite · 7 months

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Forest of Secrets reread! Honestly, i really like this one! Specifics will be at the end in the My Thoughts section but overall, 9/10

Too much weird abelistic pity though

Prolouge

Again, stretching the "bracken-colored" defintion here

Shoutout to Graypool for taking them in and keeping quiet for so long, must've been hard

Rip mosskit though

Chapter 1

3 days after the chapter 30 windclan fight

Its the gathering again, still leafbare

Atleast these two arent bickering again

Ah, exposition of the last book, we meet again

Windclan has lost an elder, wonder which one

Wow two expositions in one scene

Theres that very 2009 ... again

Oh, ive learnt it was actually 2003

Chapter 2

Again, very storyteller explanation from Ravenpaw, though it comes off far more intentional this time

Im glad Ravenpaw's doing alright

Deadfoot!!! My guy!! Love him

Chapter 3

Oh fuck sake not Spottedleaf again

This prophecy better make sense bc i do not remember water having anything to damn well do with this book

Chapter 4

Aww, bracken standing up for his mentor. He shouldnt, considering the training neglect, but its the thought that counts

I dont think im physically disabled enough to dictate the use of 'crippled' but :/

Yellowfang!!

Fireheart i dont think you get the right to feel bad about her injury when shes perfectly fine with her new path, can we have less pity please

"For Cinderpaw, crippled" again. Can we not.

See now Fireheart sees where Grey's coming from

Mistyfoot's aware of them, interesting

"Isnt she great" yeah, she is, i agree with you greystripe

Mistyfoot is shockingly calm about this. I can picture her as butch if she was anthro.

Chapter 5

Oh god, more exposition

Brackenpaw is not ginger, why is he described as ginger and not bracken colored!

Oh no they did the same for thornpaw

But that does mean they must be 6 moons by now

"For thunderclan, anyway" lmao

Polite to bring prey when meeting another clan, or elders specifically?

Chapter 6

Oo, badass grandma

Bluestar getting awfully defensive there

I like the 'thistles and thorns' as a swear

Chapter 7

Haha brokentail's being bullied by kits, serves the bastard right

Even darkstripe finds it funny

Ok damn why is fireheart so mad about this

For once i agree with darkstripe, kits werent doing anything wrong

Oof the kittypet explanation is like explaining hes adopted

"A helpless cat like blind brokentail" thats still a kit-murdering dictator, my guy

"Anxious that cloudkit may have hurt the injured cinderpaw" ok jesus fucking christ shes nearly a grown cat a kitten isnt gonna hurt her can we stop the coddling

Chapter 8

They know the term rubbish

Aww, cloud being a little teacher to ash and fern, thats cute. Cloudtail med cat au sounds interesting

Hm, brackenpaw catching a bird that nearly flew away with a jump. Foreshadowing?

Taking ol' tyranny grandpa out for a walk, eh darkstripe?

Chapter 9

I like dappletail, shes so nice

Is tigerclaw already meeting up with bloodclan? Or the remainders of brokenstar's rogues?

Princess my beloved your so enthusiastic

Chapter 10

Completely unnecessary chapter cut, but ok

Goldenflower is expecting, and already decently along, seemingly

Chapter 11

Uh oh, flooded river

I gotta admit, tigerclaw's a good deputy when hes not being evil

Greystripe has river-based trauma

Chapter 12

Crookedstar is not as soft of a leader as i thought he was

I dont like leopardfur or blackclaw

Loving graypool tho

Yeah its breaking the code but technically the code says about not letting kits die and starvation is a cause of death so theres arguments to be made their still within code

Chapter 13

I like this clan mingling, its nice

Stonefur seems like a cool guy, i like him

Oh greystripe

Chapter 14

Oh cloudkit, your tracking skills are impressive but you gotta keep that mouth shut, buddy

Chapter 15

Longtail swaggered towards him

I really like the arc 1 elders, their so fun

I like that we get to see tigerclaw being nice for a minute, even though hes definitely conspiring

Chapter 16

Almost been another moon

Tigerclaw's either really good at acting or he didnt actually expect it to break, maybe he realised fireheart's death would look too suspicious?

Chapter 17

Longtail saves the day

God i love yellowfang and her adopted kits

Wow, even tigerclaw approves of her being the medicine cat

Chapter 18

Time for the gathering, 3 days have passed

Chapter 19

I dont like Nightstar

Good job, Brackenpaw!

Chapter 20

Deadfoot nooo

Yay, morningflower!

Dont drag fireheart into this

Ok, yeah, bluestar kin reveal, but can we focus on Yellowfang saying "adopted clan?" Thats adorable

Chapter 21

Hell yeah, Brackenfur! I love him so much

Oh, poor greystripe, silverstream's death scene hurts to read

And cinderpaw! Poor girl did her best

I like how tigerclaw is just utterly shocked, he didnt see this coming

Chapter 22

Ah, goldenflower had her kits! Welcome, bramble and tawny

Speckletail shut up, wheres mistlekit?

Good to see Goldenflower's had a change of heart

Aww cinderpaw noo

Interesting that tigerclaw respects medicine cats so much

God i love yellowfang so much

Ah, theres the kin reveal

Chapter 23

God, bluestar's explanation is chilling, i can feel her suffering

Oh, great, sandstorm's back to hating them

Chapter 24

Two days since silverstream's death

Ah, willowpelt's expecting. And theres that ol' whitestorm discourse

In cloud's defense, has anyone actually told him the code?

I think Cloudpaw has been adopted by the elders

Chapter 25

Princess!!! And cloudpaw's growing on me, i think i like him

Chapter 26

Always love more cinderpelt and yellowfang content

Half moon ceremony, yay

Cinderpaw gave a joyful wiggle!!!

I love cinderpaw so much, but someone get this girl in therapy

Fireheart can we stop the pity when shes clearly very happy

Ah, heres tigerclaw's big traitor moment

Chapter 27

Brokenstar you coniving mangy bastard

Yeah, go Thornpaw!

Tigerstar giving his evil monologue there, love that for him

Chapter 28

Pin the bastard!

Oh no, bluestar, you good?

And whats this! Riverclan with a steel chair!

Au where tigerclaw just fuckin bleeds out while being pinned

Darkstripe and Longtail stay, smart move, you two

Ok, good, dustpelt's not a complete asshole, then

Chapter 29

Au where brokentail joins thunderclan

Also yikes his death was dark

Im pretty sure thats not how yewberries kill, though

How do you scratch your tounge?

Spottedleaf really said do not be afraid, ok biblically accurate angel cat

"Oh spottedleaf" wheres that "we're really in it now' meme

Chapter 30

Whitestorm being great as always

I like the crowfood being used as an omen

Aww, goldenflower considering them as her own

Ough, poor fireheart (and greystripe)

My thoughts

9/10, definitely much better than the second one. Too much abelistic pity, though, so a point removed. I don't have any complaints for this book aside from that, really. Spottedleaf was mildly less prevelant this time, which is good. Tigerclaw's evil reveal and exit were cool, and silverstream's death hurt me way more than i thought it would. Overall, good.

#warrior cats #wc #reread #book reactions #forest of secrets #the prophecy begins

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attonitos-gloria · 2 years

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What are your top 10 favorite asoiaf/got characters (including pre-agot ones)?

Aaaaaa anon are you still there?? *it’s been 84 years* thank you for the question!!! unfortunately i am very basic. as i said before, i was not really very invested in house targaryen until house of the dragon - i really like the POV style of ASOIAF, and the “historical register” style of f&b didn’t really appeal to me, though the show got me hooked. but i’m afraid this list is still made, basically, of characters from AGoT onwards.

1. Tyrion Lannister. (Have I ever told anyone this? I rarely mention it. it’s a very subtle aspect of my personality having Tyrion as favorite character of all time ever. Anyway I started rereading ASOIAF with @thistle-and-thorn and when i got to Tyrion’s first actual appearance - that moment with Jon and Ghost - I had to stop and take a breath because I wanted to cry. that is how much he holds my heart. tyrion is not a character tyrion is my friend)

2. Bran Stark. (I love my magic child. My boy who is a tree who is a wolf who is a bird who is a king. Ah!!! *cries thinking about him*)

3. Sansa Stark. (I think it scares me a little how much I read Sansa’s chapters and go like “oh, ok. I get you, I see you”. it’s the dissociation from reality. it’s the duty-driven interface with the world. it’s the struggle to keep the heart soft. it’s the love for women and songs. it’s seeing the world as a tale and people as characters in it and breaking apart when they don’t play their roles and bending reality to fit the script. it’s the unreliable narrator thing; the misshapen memories; the denial. it’s the misplaced trust in older men who are responsible for your education and will most certainly abuse you. it’s missing home and safety and childhood and innocence, it’s being your father’s daughter despite everything. anyway sansa is very relatable and i’d die for her in the battlefield)

4. Alicent Hightower. (Thanks HOTD for this, I guess?! But Alicent Hightower invaded my house and took me hostage.)

5. Brienne of Tarth. (Because Joanna D’arc, that’s why.)

6. Brynden Rivers. (I have a type, I think? It’s cunning, horrible men filled with regret for their choices for me)

7. Meera Reed. (She reminds me of my mom sometimes; that says a lot about Meera, my mom and, most of all, about me, but the point is: I think Meera never did anything wrong in her life and she makes my heart clench with pain)

8. Elia Martell (characters who haunt the narrative! Characters who haunt the narrative!! Everyone say her name now.)

9. I have to say this is 100% because of HOTD and their amazing characterization work, but I am overwhelmed with affection for Viserys I Targaryen to the point of tears.

10. Jaime Lannister (I mean book Jaime, of course, the idiotic, dangerous, impulsive man with an identity crisis and lots of Gender; the whole Tyrion/Jaime/Cersei combo own me completely to be honest but you asked for 10. 11 would certainly be Cersei; and from a certain point of view Jaime and Cersei are like the same person the same thing something something one soul two bodies - so Cersei’s in, right?)

do you want to share your top 10 with me?? I’d love to hear it.

#asoiaf #ask me stuff

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gazpachoandbooks · 2 years

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Sometimes I reread Jon protecting Sam and I remember why I would sell my soul for this feral bastard child

"Stop it!" Jon snapped angrily.

The other boys fell silent, taken aback by his sudden fury. "Listen to me," Jon said into the quiet, and he told them how it was going to be. Pyp backed him, as he'd known he would, but when Halder spoke up, it was a pleasant surprise. Grenn was anxious at the first, but Jon knew the words to move him. One by one the rest fell in line. Jon persuaded some, cajoled some, shamed the others, made threats where threats were required. At the end they had all agreed … all but Rast.

"You girls do as you please," Rast said, "but if Thorne sends me against Lady Piggy, I'm going to slice me off a rasher of bacon." He laughed in Jon's face and left them there.

Hours later, as the castle slept, three of them paid a call on his cell. Grenn held his arms while Pyp sat on his legs. Jon could hear Rast's rapid breathing as Ghost leapt onto his chest. The direwolf's eyes burned red as embers as his teeth nipped lightly at the soft skin of the boy's throat, just enough to draw blood. "Remember, we know where you sleep," Jon said softly.

The next morning Jon heard Rast tell Albett and Toad how his razor had slipped while he shaved.

From that day forth, neither Rast nor any of the others would hurt Samwell Tarly. When Ser Alliser matched them against him, they would stand their ground and swat aside his slow, clumsy strokes. If the master-at-arms screamed for an attack, they would dance in and tap Sam lightly on breastplate or helm or leg. Ser Alliser raged and threatened and called them all cravens and women and worse, yet Sam remained unhurt. A few nights later, at Jon's urging, he joined them for the evening meal, taking a place on the bench beside Halder. It was another fortnight before he found the nerve to join their talk, but in time he was laughing at Pyp's faces and teasing Grenn with the best of them.

Just

No thoughts head empty

I love him I love him I love him

It was Chett who answered Jon's knock. "I need to speak to Maester Aemon," Jon told him.

[...] He told them all of it, even the part where he'd set Ghost at Rast's throat. Maester Aemon listened silently, blind eyes fixed on the fire, but Chett's face darkened with each word. "Without us to keep him safe, Sam will have no chance," Jon finished. "He's hopeless with a sword. My sister Arya could tear him apart, and she's not yet ten. If Ser Alliser makes him fight, it's only a matter of time before he's hurt or killed."

[...] A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people."

Maester Aemon smiled. "And so?"

"The Night's Watch needs all sorts too. Why else have rangers and stewards and builders? Lord Randyll couldn't make Sam a warrior, and Ser Alliser won't either. You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean tin is useless. Why shouldn't Sam be a steward?"

[...] "I know one thing Sam could do better than anyone."

[...] "He could help you," he said quickly. "He can do sums, and he knows how to read and write. I know Chett can't read, and Clydas has weak eyes. Sam read every book in his father's library. He'd be good with the ravens too. Animals seem to like him. Ghost took to him straight off. There's a lot he could do, besides fighting.

Like. How am I even supposed to function after this

Jon was breaking his fast on applecakes and blood sausage when Samwell Tarly plopped himself down on the bench. "I've been summoned to the sept," Sam said in an excited whisper. "They're passing me out of training. I'm to be made a brother with the rest of you. Can you believe it?"

"No, truly?"

"Truly. I'm to assist Maester Aemon with the library and the birds. He needs someone who can read and write letters."

"You'll do well at that," Jon said, smiling.

In conclusion I'm going to go eat glass, have a nice day

#protect at all costs #the way i love these two #jon snow #my sarcastic little shit #samwell tarly #bros of the night's watch #maester aemon #book!jon #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf

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maddiesbookshelves · 2 years

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🌼 Spring Scavenger Hunt 🌼

Thank you @therefugeofbooks for tagging me! It took me a while to find everything but I managed (barely).

A book that starts with S: Solitaire, Alice Oseman

A book with birds on the cover: Divergent, Veronica Roth (I kinda want to reread them, it's been maybe 7 years since the last time I did, I want to see if still like it as much)

A book with an insect on the cover: Howl's Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones (it has little spiders on it and the cover as a whole feels more Halloween-y than Spring-y but it was all I had)

A book with flowers on the cover: The Thorn and the Blossom, Theodora Goss

A book that takes place at Spring time: Heartstopper #3, Alice Oseman (it was the only series that I remembered had a specific timeline but I still had to check which volumes were set in spring)

I know you've already been tagged but @yourneighborhoodbibliophile & @profiterole-reads, if you want to give it a try :)

#books #booklr #spring scavenger hunt #solitaire #divergent #howls moving castle #the thorn and the blossom #heartstopper

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summersun4youforever · 3 years

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✨ Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by my fav @loulovehome thank you pu hope that this quells your curiosity!

MUSIC

fav genre? not to be that person but i think i have a toe in most genres, i suppose my favorites have got to be anything taylor swift does, pop punk, r&b pop/new age r&b, and bluegrass

fav artist? again, not to be that person but i love so many artists! let’s do this based off of genre: taylor swift, 1D, 5sos, massive focus on ZAYN, the Avett brothers, and counting crows

fav song? fav song of all time (since i was young) is going to be come around by rhett miller but more currently i’d say you are in love by taylor swift and dRuNk by ZAYN

song currently stuck in your head? i have no idea how it got there but i have stressed out by 21 pilots stuck in my head??

5 fav lyrics? ok let’s do this kids. edit: this went in a “fav love song lyrics” way so sorry in advance.

1) I hope that I don't sound to insane when I say / There is darkness all around us / I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me / And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missin' (January Wedding - The Avett Brothers)

2) Hands around my waist / You're counting up the hills across the sheets / And I'm a falling star / A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets / I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules / But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you (Disconnected - 5sos)

3) This is the worthwhile fight / Love is a ruthless game / Unless you play it good and right / These are the hands of fate / You're my Achilles heel / This is the golden age of something good / And right and real (State of Grace - Taylor Swift)

4) What if I changed my mind / What if I said it's over / I been flying so long / Can't remember what it was like to be sober / What if I lost my lives? / What if I said "Game over"? / What if I forget my lies? / And I lose all my composure (Back to Life - ZAYN)

5) I never said I was perfect / Or you don't deserve a good person to carry your baggage / I know a few girls that can handle it / I ain't that kind of chick, but I can call 'em for you if you want / I never said that you wasn't attractive / Your style and that beard, ooh, don't get me distracted / I'm tryna be patient, and patience takes practice / The fact is I'm leaving, so just let me have this (Jerome - Lizzo)

BOOKS

fav book genre? murder mystery and young love!

fav writer? jane austen, lisa jewell, and rick riordan (nostalgia ok?!)

fav book? the way i used to be my amber smith, rebecca by daphane du maurier, and then she was gone OR watching you (both by Lisa Jewell)

fav book series? i guess the whole percy jackson situations? i have everything RR every wrote, and i liked it all but i havent touched the older ones in ages

comfort book? not one specifically but the nancy drew books

perfect book to read on a rainy day? bird summons by leila aboulela

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart? i hope i can name five...

1) “The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.” “I am no traveller, you are my world.” (both are My Cousin Rachel by Daphne Du Maurier)

2) “And I’m terrified he’ll see through the tough iceberg layer, and he’ll discover not a soft, sweet girl, but an ugly fucking disaster underneath.” (The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith)

3) "I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.” (Emma by Jane Austen) (sorry for the length, the shortened versions were not cutting it for me)

4) “Read, read, read. That's all I can say.” (The Secret of the Old Clock by Carolyn Keene)

5) “...amazing how boring you can get away with being when you’re pretty. No one seems to notice. When you’re pretty everyone just assumes you must have a great life. People are so short-sighted, sometimes. People are so stupid. I have a dark past and I have dark thoughts. I do dark things and I scare myself sometimes.” (Invisible Girl by Lisa Jewell)

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? i like dramedies, mockumentaries, and procedurals

fav movie? ive got a massive list on my phone but ill pick Doob (No Bed of Roses) and 3-Iron as my favs for today

comfort movie? 2000s romcoms, im talking clueless, 13 going on 30, how to loe a guy in ten days, ten things i hate abt you, legally blonde

movie you watch every year? mamma mia and all listed in prev question

fav tv show? too many, currently im rewatching arrested development

comfort tv show? new girl

most rewatched tv show? new girl

ultimate otp? shawn and jules from psych (ultimate bc ive been watching since diapers literally)

5 fav characters? winston bishop, stiles stilinski, bellamy blake, clarke griffin, lydia martin

super fun even though it took me an hour lmao, I'm tagging @technosoot @hometothecanyonmoon @sassylilnoodle @sushiniall @rosegold-thorns no pressure and sorry if youve already been tagged!

edit: i somehow managed to forget what i consider to be one of the greatest opening verses ever???? so bonus lyrics:

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog / Where no one notices the contrast of white on white / And in between the moon and you / The angels get a better view / Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right (Round Here - Counting Crows)

#lei te night thoughts #personal #tagged

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Fic Writer’s Round Up: 2020

I was tagged by wonderful friendos @in-arlathan, @noire-pandora, @faerieavalon, @pinkfadespirit, @tevivinter, and @serial-chillr! Thank you so much, it was so interesting to see what you've been up to this year <3

2020 was a ride from start to finish and I considered not doing this at first because frankly, I wasn't particularly happy with my output this year, but I decided to give it a go and I was pleasantly surprised! This year has had a lot of ups and downs for me and there were plenty of times when I had a hard time putting words on the page, while others I couldn't stop. I've written primarily for Dragon Age and The Song of Achilles, and a little bit of Castlevania. In the below breakdown I've included all the fics I’ve written solo, both my published stuff as well as those that I plan on publishing in the near future (for my lengthier works, I’ve only included the chapters written in 2020):

Aran belongs to @oftachancer!

I don't know if you noticed the ~50k words of deleted stuff, but that was an entire arc that I wrote for A World With You, but decided it wasn't good enough so I scrapped and rewrote it. Those long gaps between updates this year? Yeah. That was it. I normally don't include deleted scenes in my overall wordcount but I decided to add this out of spite because it was a lot of hard work and it may or may not have had me sobbing into my coffee once or twice. Anyway. MOVING ON.

I also co-wrote A LOT with my friendo @oftachancer this year! It all started with a Modern AU one-shot of Aran and Tristan as college roommates, which then derailed into an epic adventure of about 250,000 words (placeholder title: Never Let Me Go) as well as a prequel of about 180,000 words of the boys before they went to college, which is currently being published on AO3 (Playground Love). We also published a smutty one-shot for Kinktober (Tea and Corsets). I love those boys so much, and I’m excited to write more of them. I have also co-written a few scenes for the Band!AU @oftachancer and @midnightprelude have been working on, which has been so much fun and I look forward to writing more! So, total wordcount for co-written stuff is approximately 445,000 words, not including a couple one-shots that we’ve written and posted on Tumblr and I’m too lazy to track down now, or others that haven’t been published yet but will soon!

New Things I Tried This Year:

Co-writing two massive, novel length fics was definitely a first, I had a lot of fun world-building with @oftachancer, and it gave me the opportunity to develop some of my OCs that had been lurking in my mind for a really long time. I also started writing for a new fandom, TSOA, and that has definitely been a highlight in my year. I grew up reading the Iliad and ancient greek myths, and to see them brought to life was very rewarding. It has also been a lot of fun finding ways to integrate ancient greek lore in my works, I really love it!

Fic I spent the most time on: A World With You, although Playground Love and Never Let Me Go are close seconds!

Fic I spent the least time on: To Build A Home. I wrote it in only a couple sittings after finishing Season 3 of Castlevania because I had so many feels! Chapters 1 and 2 of High-Flying Birds were also written on my phone in less than an hour, because again I was overwhelmed with feels after finishing The Song of Achilles.

Favourite things I wrote: I am really proud of everything I’ve written this year, especially since it was such a stressful year and writing gave me a much needed escape! But I'm going to choose a few highlights, purely based on the satisfaction they gave me while writing, and how often I've gone back to reread them (does anyone else do that?? Lol): Viper in Tall Grass, because I enjoyed the heck out of writing in the Witcher Universe. Chapter 2: Thorn, from High Flying Birds, which was one of those scenes that practically wrote themselves and I still like the way it turned out. Lastly, Chapter 28: The Prodigal Son and Chapter 29: In Water Waist Deep from AWWY. They were both really challenging to write but in the end they were worth it and I personally feel it’s some of my best writing yet. I always get emotional when I go back to reread them.

Favourite Things I Read: I’ve read a lot of published fiction this year, but not near as much fanfiction as I would have liked! I mentioned some of the fics I’m currently reading and loving in this post, but I’m going to make a more detailed fic rec post soon, so keep an eye out for that!

Writing Goals for next year: My primary goals for 2021 are to finish AWWY and High-Flying Birds so I can start working on some projects I’ve been wanting to post forever, but apart from that, I have no goals other than to have fun writing, and perhaps participate in more fic exchanges and challenges!

This post is terribly long (I’m usually rather quiet unless someone asks me to talk about my fics, and then I can’t shut up lol), but I want to thank every single person that has liked, reblogged and commented on my work, you guys are the best and there’s nothing like a comment or a thoughtful tag to make me want to create more!

I also want to give a special shoutout to @solas-disapproves, @in-arlathan, @midnightprelude, @tessa1972 and @oftachancer for being the lovely, inspiring people that they are, and for gifting me with wonderful fanart or fanfic this year that made me want to melt in a puddle, as well as to @tenmeooo-thefangirltrash for translating High Flying Birds to Vietnamese! (Check it out here) Thank you all so much, your friendship and support has meant the world to me ;w;

I’m sure that everyone has done this already, but I’m still going to tag @pikapeppa, @schoute, @schattengerissen, @zuendwinkel, @elveny, @fandomn00blr, @dafan7711, @dalish-rogue, @jeannedarcprice, @nug-juggler, @kittimau and @lavellanvibes for art or writing, because I always love seeing what you’ve been up to! If you’ve made it to the end of this humongous post, please consider yourself tagged, and tag me back so I can see your work too!

CHEERS, AND ON TO 2021!! <3

#fic roundup #dragon age #dorian pavus x trevelyan #pavelyan #the song of achilles #patrochilles #tsoa #castlevania #trevor x sypha #dragon age fanfiction #johaerys writes

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im-a-star-boy · 3 years

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Chrysopoeia (Part 1)

eyyyyyy 2 parter,,, nether fun with a side of angst,,,,,

@panna-pan @princeboo do yall still want me tagging you when I post this AU or should I stop?

TW: Panic attacks

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Summary: They haven’t been to the Nether since they left the SMP, but they can’t put it off forever.

Word Count: 1,700

Date of Completion: Saturday, January 16th, 2021

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Tommy cast an anxious look to Tubbo and Ranboo, who were chatting quietly between themselves. “Is this a good idea?”

The two looked up at Tommy’s voice. Tubbo glanced back to the cave and made an unsure noise. “I mean, we gotta at some point, we’ve been here for two months. And… and we need quartz.”

Tommy looked down for a minute before returning his gaze to the cave. “Okay…”

The three bore their armor, enchanted iron with gold boots, and made their way down. The walk was quiet and tense as the stone slowly shifted into netherrack, patches of gravel shifted soul sand, there were small patches of blackstone and nether wart growing around, crimson vines hung from the ceiling, their sharp thorns dangling hazardously. Something in Tommy’s gut twinged as they approached the nether portal.

The three had found it a few days before from a zombified piglin exiting the cave, an active nether portal that they hadn’t built. The nether had seemed to seep into the cave, converting natural minerals into the nether materials. It was built in the same style as the old ruined portals, but it wasn’t ruined, and it was still active. Some of the obsidian had begun to crack and weep, but not enough to offset the portal as the dark purple continued to swirl and whisper. The portal was protected by the cave, surrounded on all sides by stone supports. On the top of the portal, two gold blocks still glimmered, unwavered and untouched by the elements.

They didn’t know who built the portal or how long it had been there, just that it was there. Tubbo shifted in his spot in front of the portal. None of them had been to the Nether since they left the SMP, and the idea of going back put them on edge. “You got the gold?” Tommy asked.

Ranboo nodded and lifted up the bag. “Yep,”

“Everyone have their tools and armor?”

Tubbo and Ranboo nodded and murmured softly in agreement. Tommy took a deep breath and led the way. “Then in we go,”

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

The Nether hadn’t changed much. It was still hot, it was still dangerous, and it was still quiet, so, so very quiet.

Sure, there were sounds, but not enough in Tubbo’s opinion. The sound of fire crackling, lava bubbling from a lavafall nearby, the distant sound of a ghast crying, the sounds of piglins, or maybe hoglins, snorting somewhere. These sounds would break the silence every few minutes, but it was never enough to calm his nerves. Tubbo hated the Nether silence.

It wasn't like the Overworld silence, the sliver of time where the crickets would stop chirping, where the nocturnal animals would find their resting place, where the brooks and streams seemed to stop, if only for a moment, as the sun rose. It wasn't the peaceful moment of calm where everything in the world slept, everything but him at least. When the sun would break the horizon, the birds would take the place of the crickets and their cows and horses and chickens would wake and begin their day. The moment would be over.

The Overworld silence was peaceful, momentary, and calm. The Nether silence was deafening, a threat, a reminder that few creatures lived here, that few creatures ever could even survive here. He could count all the truly living mobs here on one hand, and still would have less than ten if he counted the undead mobs.

The portal had led them to a crimson forest. Tommy half expected to come through to the Nether hub, to see the bridges to his exile and to Techno’s house, to the floor from where the portal formed precariously over a lava lake, but no. It was untouched, overgrown, and empty.

The portal was built into a wall on the edge of the crimson forest, the same stone brick framing around it keeping it stable, and the same cracks of obsidian that wept the strange purple fluid. The gold that typically decorated the structures was missing. A zombie piglin spared them an uninterested glance as they stepped through and examined the terrain.

Tommy was quick to step forward and loot the chest that accompanied the ruins. There was a flint and steel, two fire charges, a clock, a few iron nuggets, and a helmet.

Tommy pulled out the helmet and examined it for a moment before returning it to the chest. Tubbo stepped forward, swallowing thickly. “Come on, let’s build a quick base here.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “A base? Why?”

“A place to store our stuff, it doesn’t hurt to have some emergency supplies here.”

“I’m with Tubbo, it doesn’t have to be complex, just something safe if we need to bunker down.” Ranboo piped in.

Tommy looked between the two and sighed. “Alright, fine, whatever, let’s build a base.”

Tubbo grinned. “Can you chop down some trees?”

Tommy didn’t reply, just grabbed his axe and stepped forward. “You two pick a spot, I’ll start there.”

Tubbo nodded and began searching. A little ways off from the portal, there was a nice flat area. “Over here!” He called.

Tommy stepped forward and began chopping the trees down, taking down the nether wart blocks that were like leaves to the tree. Once a good area was cleared, he handed materials off. Tubbo glanced at the materials and back to Tommy for a moment before smiling. “Tommy, why don’t you carve out a pathway? We can make it with red nether bricks, but we’ll need the netherrack to make them.”

Tommy straightened up a bit, his eyes brightening slightly at the idea of building a path. “Oh so now you’re making me do all the shitty work?”

Despite his snippy reply, Tubbo could see his excitement as he already began digging. Ranboo chuckled as Tommy got to work, looking eager with his job.

The three had worked quickly, Tommy had carved out a path, chopping down trees as he went, and had set all the netherrack to smelt into bricks, letting Ranboo combine them into red nether bricks and then into slabs. He frequently would get sidetracked in cutting down trees and chopping the thorny crimson vines that dangled dangerously. He was quick in placing the slabs, looking immensely pleased with his work.

As he placed the final slabs, he paused when his communicator pinged. He grabbed it, expecting a message from Tubbo, but froze when he saw the message. Niki says: Hey, Tommy. I know you’re… gone… but I need to apologize one last time. I’m sorry this happened to you, I’m sorry you have to pay for our mistakes, and I wish things could’ve ended differently. You didn’t deserve to die for our causes.

Niki says: You, Tubbo, and Ranboo were just children, and we chased you away. You died for a cause that didn’t last and I’m sorry we put you through that. I wish you three the best in whatever afterlife exists, and I hope you can find it in you to forgive us.

Tommy reread the message over and over. Niki had always been one to give speeches to the dead, but one to him? They thought he was dead?

His stomach churned as he read it again. He hadn’t even realized his breathing was picking up, or that his vision was blurring, or that it was suddenly too hot, too cramped, he can’t breathe he’s dying I’m dying I’m dying I can’t breathe I’m dying- Dream help please Dream I’m sorry-

There was a hand on his shoulder. “Tommy, deep breaths Tommy,” A gentle voice encouraged.

Tommy looked up, tears blurring his vision. When had he sat down? “Tommy, follow my breathing, okay? It’s okay, you’re okay,”

Tommy sucked in a shuddery breath and felt his hand get guided to someone’s chest. He could feel the expansion and collapse of their lungs and attempted to follow along. He took deep, shaky breaths. “Tubbo?”

The brunet smiled. “Hey, Tommy.”

Tommy took a slow breath, looking uncertain as he gathered his surroundings again. “Oh,”

Tubbo nodded gently. “You had a bit of a panic attack there, Big Man.” Tommy avoided his gaze, repeating, “Oh,” a bit softer.

Tubbo’s gaze softened. “What happened?”

Tommy shakily pointed to his communicator, which he had dropped during his panic attack. Tubbo glanced over to it and Ranboo, who was watching worriedly from behind him, grabbed it, handing it to the brunet. He looked up at Tommy, getting his permission, before turning it on and seeing the message from Niki. His gaze hardened as he read the message before shutting it off. “Ranboo and I just got a similar message,” He hummed, setting the communicator aside for the meantime. “On the bright side, if they think we’re dead, they won’t come looking for us.”

Tommy avoided his gaze. “Why are they just now apologizing? After they think we’re fucking dead, that’s when they choose to apologize?!”

Tubbo nodded gently. “Yeah, it’s pretty stupid, isn’t it?”

Ranboo shrugged. “I mean, at least they’re trying, I guess.”

“Trying a bit too fucking late!”

Ranboo flinched back at his yell and Tommy quieted, curling in on himself. “I’m sorry, Big Man, I’m sorry.”

The Enderman hybrid’s gaze softened as he met his eyes. “It’s okay, Tommy. You have a right to be angry. They shouldn’t have waited until we ‘died’ to apologize.”

Tommy nodded weakly in agreement, still looking beat. Tubbo stood up and offered down his hand. “Wanna head home? We’ve made a lot of progress and I say we deserve a break.”

The blond nodded again. “Yeah, I could use some water and a nap.”

The other two nodded. “We’ve made pretty good progress on the base I’d say, it’s pretty and functional!”

Tommy grinned. “Oh yeah? We’re making headway, bitch! Soon enough we’ll have netherite again!”

Tubbo pumped his fist happily. “Yeah!”

Ranboo grinned at the two. “Wooo! Blowing up the nether with beds!”

Tommy let out a strained but genuine laugh. “Hell yeah!”

The three walked back through the portal, seeming a bit more eased about the situation.

#tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #dsmp!cottageAU #dream smp #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #tw panic attack

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bittybattybunny · 3 years

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Have this random one shot thing (I say this because IDK if I will continue it or not but I wanted to write this small chapter starter at the very least)

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“What?!” She gasped as she held tightly to her phone in anger, “A-After everything she did?! She Dies?! And he marries someone else?!” she fumed and nearly threw her phone, “WHAT A RIP OFF!!” she fell back on her bed and pouted as she reread the chapter. No doubt. The character the story had followed so faithfully as the main character. Died.

Vanessa gave a weary sigh as she scrolled to the illustration. The forgotten princess was surrounded by thorns and white lilies, her blood staining the ground. Estella Guardian was a powerful saint and when her story ended she sacrificed her own life to appease the gods for the country and her lover the Prince of the moon left her for a sunshine girl.

“Arggg!!!” The young woman fumed, “if I had been there I would have saved her. There had to be another way…” she sighed and locked her phone before she rolled over on her bed with a heavy sigh.

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Sitting up he blinked a few times as he looked around. Reaching to brush his long copper hair from his face he squeaked as he noticed his hands.

“N-No wa--ah!” he gasped and covered his mouth. He whined and moved his hands to inspect them. Large with callouses from holding brushes and pens. He chewed his lips as he tried to think.

“Okay Nessa, you fell asleep after being mad, and now you’re voice is five octaves lower and you’re pretty sure this is not your body.” he moved to stand and looked around the small room. Canvases, paints, plants. It was packed with supplies and a mess. He gave a grunt of annoyance.

“Whoever I am, I’m a slob.”

There was a knock and he jumped in shock. He shifted and looked around panicked.

“Neth? You okay?” came a voice from the other side.

“F-Fine Taylor!” He called. He blinked. Taylor. Why did he know the name….? He blinked and gripped his head in pain.

Right. He was Neth, no last name since he was a commoner. He was a painter and Taylor was a tailor (ironically) he’d known since they were in the same orphanage. He gripped the bed as he shook his head and felt the sweat from the mild panic attack and grimaced.

So he was both Vanessa Princeton and Neth. Okay. That was one mystery solved. Sighing he looked at his hand and moved to grab a hair tie to pull his overly long hair back and attempt to get it from his face. Opening the door the black haired young man sighed heavily.

“Did you get hit by a nightmare filly? You look horrible. How are you going to paint the prince’s portrait looking like you drank 50 beers and passed out.” Taylor chided, “Come on scoot, let me make you presentable. Honestly.”

Neth laughed some as he moved. Prince. Prince…? He gasped, “SHIT I HAVE TO DRAW PRINCE JERICHO TODAY!” he realized as he stood in his doorway.

Taylor blinked and started to cackle loudly, “you FORGOT?! How does one forget he’s drawing the 14 year old prince?!”

Neth felt his cheeks growing warm and huffed, “L-Look I just. Have a lot on my mind alright?!”

Jericho. Prince Jericho. The same Prince.

Who left Estella to die.

His eyes grew wide, “T-Taylor how old are we?!” he asked in a panic,

“17…?” Taylor blinked.

17. 17. He grinned, “Perfect! That makes me only 3 years older than her!” He beamed. Thank god. He gave a weary sigh. He was worried he was gonna end up being creepy. He grabbed his cloak and ran out, “I-I’ll meet you at the palace later I have somewhere to be!”

“W-what!? Neth?! Neth come back here!” Taylor snapped but it was too late. The painter had taken off.

Neth ran through the streets. If the prince was only 14 as Taylor said, then Estella was 13, and this would be around the time she MET the prince! He grinned. If he could just intervene in that, maybe. Maybe. Estella could live. She didn’t need to die. It was all a ploy. It was meant to test the devotion of the prince and he failed. So while the country prospered it came at a grave cost.

If he could help Estella, make her happy. He could help prevent that cursed fate and her sorrowful tale. He panted as he made it to the town square, hand moving his bangs out of his eyes. He grumbled at himself. What painter let his bangs obscure his eyes like this?! He noticed a few people staring intently and let his hair drop. Sitting near the fountain he realized why he did.

Bright golden eyes, a symbol of the sun. he sighed, right. He had cursed eyes. In the country of the moon having eyes like the sun was a bad take.

As he sat there he went over the facts he knew in the book.

Estella met Jericho when she was 13 and she was wandering the capital after her handler let her out. Despite Jericho being the crown prince, the royal family wasn’t the true royal family, in fact the true royals with gifted magic, were kept hidden away in the Horizon woods, and there was only one left. A young girl with hair like silver lilies dipped in dark ink. Her eyes were a mismatch of blue and black.

Neth blinked as he saw the young hooded girl staring at him, dark wisps of hair framing her face. But the very eyes he knew were staring at him.

“Estella…?” He mused lowly and she jumped, pulling her hood closer.

“I-i’m not! I-I’m Eclipse!” She fibbed and he chuckled. He broke the story already.

“Eclipse why are you staring?” he asked and moved to stand. He hadn’t noticed with taylor since they were the same height but he was taller than most.

“Y-you’re hair’s a birds nest and you have paint on your face.” she admitted with a laugh.

Neth flinched and looked in the fountain, “Shit!” he groaned, “Damnit Taylor tell me sooner!” he moved to wipe the paint with his cloak. She looked up at him with a big smile and he smiled back.

“You seem a little young to be wandering alone and talking to strangers, don’t you?” he teased.

She squeaked, “I-I am not! I’m 13! I’m an adult!” she huffed.

“13 is not an adult.” he crossed his arms, “I’m 17 and I’m not even an adult. Well. I guess by this world’s standards I am but.”

She laughed, “17 is an adult! You can do so much! I wish I was older, maybe then Sena would let me play more.”

“I think soon he will.” Neth admitted, “Eclipse, was it? Do you want an escort while in town? You know it’s dangerous.” he sighed. As much as he hated it, the reason Jericho and Eclipse met was Jericho did actually do a good thing. He saved her from thieves.

She frowned and rocked on her feet some, “Are you a bad person?”

“I can be if you decide I am. I think I’m pretty nice. I’m Neth, I’m a painter.” he held his hand to her. She placed hers in his with a gentle shake.

“Okay. I’ll trust you!” she beamed and his heart raced.

He would do it.

He would make sure this time.

Estella lived.

#writing #fan fiction #ahit au #ahit fan character #ahit queen vanessa #ahit prince #why yes yes i did combine vanessa and prince into one charatcer in this BECAUSE ITS MY AU AND I DO WHAT I WANNNNTNTTTTTT

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

A STORM OF SWORDS

Summary & Foreshadowing Smorgasbord (Part IV)

We made it!

ASOS Part IV: UNDER THE CUT

Chapter Transitions

ASOS Part I: CLICK

Sansa Stark, Queen in the North

Jon Snow, King in the North

Jon (Aemon?) Snow

Jon the Builder & His Gift

Ahoy Matey! Arya Stark Sails the Ocean Blue

Bran the Broken, King of Westeros

High Septon Rickon?

Pick Your Poison: The Twins Meet Their End in the Mines of Casterly Rock . . . or King's Landing

Tyrion Lannister, (Prisoner?) Hand of the King

In Remembrance: A Look Back at Sandor Clegane's & Ygritte's Greatest Moments

ASOS Part II: CLICK

Dark Daenerys Highlights & Laughs

Let's Dance: Stark vs. Targ

Showdown at the Trident

A Rat in a Maze 🐀🔪

The Usurper's Knife

Bran the Dragonslayer?

Storm x Storm 🦑🖤🐉

ASOS Part III: CLICK

JONSA 🐺❤️❄️

Previous books:

AGOT Summary & Foreshadowing: CLICK

ACOK Summary & Foreshadowing: PART I & PART II

Stumpy note:

If I didn't give you credit for discovering something or if I missed any foreshadowing, please contact me and I'll rectify that.

Once again, I'd like to thank everyone that participated in the reread project. All of you have great observations and comments, I wish I could highlight them all. 🙂

CHAPTER TRANSITIONS

Catelyn I -> Arya I

You might see one.

"All you have made certain is that I shall never see my daughters again. Brienne might have gotten him to King's Landing safely . . . so long as no one was hunting for them. But now . . ." Catelyn could not go on. - Catelyn I, ASOS

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Sansa I -> <- Jon I

Twin chapters alert.

Sansa visits the Queen of Thorns, while Jon has a face-to-face with the King-beyond-the-Wall. The similarities won't stop there.

Thank you, @sxpiosexualx!

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A fire was crackling in the hearth, and sweet-swelling rushes had been scattered on the floor. Around the long trestle table a dozen women were seated. - Sansa I, ASOS

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Outside its tall carved doors stood two guards in gilded halfhelms and green cloaks edged in gold satin, the golden rose of Highgarden sewn on their breasts. - Sansa I, ASOS

Here at least they found defenders; two guards at the flap of the tent, leaning on tall spears with round leather shields strapped to their arms. - Jon I, ASOS

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Sansa knelt at the feet of her future queen. "You do me great honor, Your Grace."

"Won't you call me Margaery? Please, rise. Loras, help the Lady Sansa to her feet. Might I call you Sansa?" - Sansa I, ASOS

"I would be pleased to eat, Your Grace. And thank you."

"Your Grace?" The king smiled. "That's not a style one often hears from the lips of free folk. I'm Mance to most, The Mance to some. Will you take a horn of mead?" - Jon I, ASOS

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Pale, elegant Lady Graceford was with child, and Lady Bulwer was a child, no more than eight.

[...]

The old woman called to Butterbumps. "Fool! Give us a song. A long one, I should think. 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair' will do nicely." - Sansa I, ASOS

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"Sansa," Lady Alerie broke in, "you must be very hungry. Shall we have a bite of boar together, and some lemon cakes?" - Sansa I, ASOS

"Sit, if you like," Rayder said when they were gone. "Are you hungry? Tormund left us two birds at least." - Jon I, ASOS

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"He will," Sansa lied. "He is very . . . very comely." - Sansa I, ASOS

Jon had his lie all ready. "The Lord Commander sent me to the Halfhand for seasoning, so he took me on his ranging." - Jon I, ASOS

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Sansa realized that her mouth was open again. She filled it with a spoon of broth - Sansa I, ASOS

He took a long draught of mead to buy time for his answer. - Jon I, ASOS

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Courtesy is a lady's armor. You must not offend them, be careful what you say. - Sansa I, ASOS

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Sansa I -> Jon I

That might not be so bad.

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Jon I -> Daenerys I

Stalking Daenerys through the series.

"That's a tale for later," said Mance Rayder. "How did you like the song, lad?"

"Well enough. I'd heard it before."

"But what does it matter, for all men must die," the King-beyond-the-Wall said lightly - Jon I, ASOS

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Jon I -> <- Daenerys I

Numbers vs. discipline.

The free folk. If his brothers were to catch them in such disarray, many of them would pay for that freedom with their life's blood. They had numbers, but the Night's Watch had discipline, and in battle discipline beats numbers nine times of every ten, his father had once told him. - Jon I, ASOS

"Eighteen times the Dothraki charged, and broke themselves on those shields and spears like waves on a rocky shore. Thrice Temmo sent his archers wheeling past and arrows fell like rain upon the Three Thousand, but the Unsullied merely lifted their shields above their heads until the squall had passed. In the end only six hundred of them remained . . . but more than twelve thousand Dothraki lay dead upon that field, including Khal Temmo, his bloodriders, his kos, and all his sons. On the morning of the fourth day, the new khal led the survivors past the city gates in a stately procession. One by one, each man cut off his braid and threw it down before the feet of the Three Thousand. - Daenerys I, ASOS

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Daenerys I -> <- Bran I

Any beast?

Every man of them, from captain to cook's boy, loved to watch the three fly . . . though none so much as Dany. - Daenerys I, ASOS

"No," said Jojen, "only a boy who dreams. The greenseers were more than that. They were wargs as well, as you are, and the greatest of them could wear the skins of any beast that flies or swims or crawls, and could look through the eyes of the weirwoods as well, and see the truth that lies beneath the world. - Bran I, ASOS

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Jaime II -> <- Tyrion II

Brothers predicting the future.

Thank you, @fedonciadale!

The clink of his chains accompanied his every movement. An irritating sound. Before this is done, I'll wrap these chains around the wench's throat, see how she likes them then. - Jaime II, ASOS

"Your poor nose . . ."

Tyrion rubbed irritably at the scab. "Perhaps I should have a new one made of gold. What sort of nose would you suggest, Varys? One like yours, to smell out secrets? Or should I tell the goldsmith that I want my father's nose?" - Tyrion II, ASOS

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Tyrion II -> <- Arya II

Don't worry, Tom of Sevenstreams survives.

Thank you, @agentrouka-blog!

This is fruitless. "There is a singer who calls himself Symon Silver Tongue," Tyrion said wearily, pushing his guilt aside. "He plays for Lady Tanda's daughter sometimes."

"What of him?"

Kill him, he might have said, but the man had done nothing but sing a few songs. - Tyrion II, ASOS

She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man's garden when she heard the singing. - Arya II, ASOS

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Davos II -> Jaime II -> Tyrion II -> Arya II

Requires context. Click, and read Rat in a Maze.

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Catelyn II -> Jon II

Cunning worthy of a master mummer's dragon.

Thank you, @dontbipanicjonsa!

Only then came her belated remembrance. Follies done for love? He has bagged me neat as a hare in a snare. I seem to have already forgiven him. Mixed with her annoyance was a rueful admiration; the scene had been staged with the cunning worthy of a master mummer . . . or a king. - Catelyn II, ASOS

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Catelyn II -> <- Jon II

Missing direwolves. :(

It was only then that Catelyn realized what was amiss. The wolf. The wolf is not here. Where is Grey Wind? She knew the direwolf had returned with Robb, she had heard the dogs, but he was not in the hall, not at her son's side where he belonged.

[...]

"You always kept him with you before."

"A hall is no place for a wolf. He gets restless, you've seen. Growling and snapping. I should never have taken him into battle with me. He's killed too many men to fear them now. Jeyne's anxious around him, and he terrifies her mother."

And there's the heart of it, Catelyn thought. "He is part of you, Robb. To fear him is to fear you." - Catelyn II, ASOS

"Find another place for Ghost to sleep tonight, Jon Snow. It's like Mance said. Deeds is truer than words." - Jon II, ASOS

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Jon II -> <- Sansa II

Twin chapters alert.

Children, men flying eagles, and brand new clothing.

Thank you, @sxpiosexualx!

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?" - Jon II, ASOS

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"Jon Snow, you know nothing. You don't go in with clothes." - Jon II, ASOS

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. - Sansa II, ASOS

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[...]

"A new gown?" she said, as wary as she was astonished.

[...]

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Tyrion III -> <- Catelyn III

Secret dealings.

Lord Tywin was unconcerned. "Robb Stark will father no children on his fertile Frey, you have my word. There is a bit of news I have not yet seen fit to share with the council, though no doubt the good lords will hear it soon enough. The Young Wolf has taken Gawen Westerling's eldest daughter to wife." - Tyrion III, ASOS

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Tyrion III <- Catelyn III -> Jaime III

Do we go two for two?

"Old gods or new, it makes no matter," Lord Rickard told her son, "no man is so accursed as the kinslayer." - Catelyn III, ASOS

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Jaime III -> <- Arya IV

It's an attack on religion, with missing eyes.

The day was almost done by the time they found Vargo Hoat, sacking a small sept with another dozen of his Brave Companions. The leaded windows had been smashed, the carved wooden gods dragged out into the sunlight. The fattest Dothraki Jaime had ever seen was sitting on the Mother's chest when they rode up, prying out her chalcedony eyes with the point of his knife. Nearby, a skinny balding septon hung upside down from the limb of a spreading chestnut tree. Three of the Brave Companions were using his corpse for an archery butt. One of them must have been good; the dead man had arrows through both of his eyes. - Jaime III, ASOS

The next night they found shelter beneath the scorched shell of a sept, in a burned village called Sallydance. Only shards remained of its windows of leaded glass, and the aged septon who greeted them said the looters had even made off with the Mother's costly robes, the Crone's gilded lantern, and the silver crown the Father had worn. "They hacked the Maiden's breasts off too, though those were only wood," he told them. "And the eyes, the eyes were jet and lapis and mother-of-pearl, they pried them out with their knives. May the Mother have mercy on them all." - Arya IV, ASOS

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Arya IV -> Daenerys II

Flaming swords or dragons?

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

"I wish I had a flaming sword." Arya could think of lots of people she'd like to set on fire. - Arya IV, ASOS

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Arya IV -> Daenerys II

A Faceless Man assassinates a monarch.

I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. - Arya V, ASOS

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Daenerys II -> <- Bran II

Eagle or dragon?

Much against her inclination, she had locked the dragons belowdecks. It was too dangerous to let them fly freely over the city; the world was all too full of men who would gladly kill them for no better reason than to name themselves dragonslayer. - Daenerys II, ASOS

Bran lifted his head and saw it, its grey wings spread and still as it floated on the wind. He followed it with his eyes as it circled higher, wondering what it would be like to soar about the world so effortless. Better than climbing, even. He tried to reach the eagle, to leave his stupid crippled body and rise into the sky to join it, the way he joined with Summer. The greenseers could do it. I should be able to do it too. He tried and tried, until the eagle vanished in the golden haze of the afternoon. "It's gone," he said, disappointed. - Bran II, ASOS

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Bran II -> <- Davos III

Jojen believes fire and ice are one and the same, while dippy Melisandre believes one is good and the other evil. She might be dizzy, but she's certain of one thing: there's two wars. Only two.

"Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire."

"If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one." - Bran II, ASOS

"The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good." She took a step toward him. "Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war."

"The war?" asked Davos.

"The war," she affirmed. "There are two, Onion Knight. Not seven, not one, not a hundred or a thousand. Two! - Davos III, ASOS

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Bran II -> Davos III

Sounding eerily similar to Davos Seaworth crossing Shipbreaker Bay in the dark of night, in his little boat.

"It was the green men he meant to find. So he donned a shirt sewn with bronze scales, like mine, took up a leathern shield and a three-pronged spear, like mine, and paddled a little skin boat down the Green Fork."

Bran closed his eyes to try and see the man in his little skin boat. In his head, the crannogman looked like Jojen, only older and stronger and dressed like Meera.

"He passed beneath the Twins by night so the Freys would not attack him, and when he reached the Trident he climbed from the river and put his boat on his head and began to walk. It took him many a day, but finally he reached the Gods Eye, threw his boat in the lake, and paddled out to the Isle of Faces." - Bran II, ASOS

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Davos III -> Jon III

A lord and a treasonous Hand who conspired with the enemy sit in a cell together, and discuss their doomed king.

Davos stood frowning. "My lord, what did you do?"

"Not treason. Never treason. I love His Grace as much as any man. My own niece is his queen, and I remained loyal to him when wiser men fled. I am his Hand, the Hand of the King, how can I be a traitor? I only meant to save our lives, and . . . honor . . . yes." - Davos III, ASOS

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Jon III -> <- Daenerys III

Little Rhaegal appears trapped.

I should have tried to kill Mance Rayder on the Fist, even if it meant my life. That was what Qhorin Halfhand would have done. But Jon had hesitated, and the chance passed. The next day he had ridden off with Styr the Magnar, Jarl, and more than a hundred picked Thenns and raiders. He told himself that he was only biding his time, that when the moment came he would slip away and ride for Castle Black. The moment never came. - Jon III, ASOS

Rhaegal could sense something wrong as well. Thrice he tried to take wing, only to be pulled down by the heavy chain in Jhiqui's hand. - Daenerys III, ASOS

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Jon III <- Daenerys III

See you at the Trident.

That night she dreamt that she was Rhaegar, riding to the Trident. But she was mounted on a dragon, not a horse. When she saw the Usurper's rebel host across the river they were armored all in ice, but she bathed them in dragonfire and they melted away like dew and turned the Trident into a torrent. Some small part of her knew that she was dreaming, but another part exulted. This is how it was meant to be. The other was a nightmare, and I have only now awakened. - Daenerys III, ASOS

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Sansa III -> <- Arya V

Two sisters scrubbed clean.

On the morning her new gown was to be ready, the serving girls filled Sansa's tub with steaming hot water and scrubbed her head to toe until she glowed pink. Cersei's own bedmaid trimmed her nails and brushed and curled her auburn hair so it fell down her back in soft ringlets. - Sansa III, ASOS

Arya tried to tell them that she'd been bathed twice at Acorn Hall, not a fortnight past, but the red-haired woman was having none of it. Two serving wenches carried her up the stairs bodily, arguing about whether she was a girl or a boy. The one called Helly won, so the other had to fetch the hot water and scrub Arya's back with a stiff bristly brush that almost took her skin off. Then they stole all the clothes that Lady Smallwood had given her and dressed her up like one of Sansa's dolls in linen and lace. - Arya V, ASOS

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Arya V -> <- Jon IV

Two men ask for mercy.

"A swallow," the fat one called down. "Ha' mercy, boy, a swallow." The old one slid an arm up to grasp the bars. The motion made his cage swing violently. - Arya V

"Mercy," he said when they came upon him. One of the Thenns smashed his head in with a big stone mace. - Jon IV, ASOS

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Jaime IV -> <- Tyrion IV

Two brothers wishing for what the other one has.

"The Boltons skin their enemies." Jaime remembered that much about the northman. Tyrion would have known all there was to know about the Lord of the Dreadfort, but Tyrion was a thousand leagues away, with Cersei. - Jaime IV, ASOS

Yes, and I want to be tall as Jaime and as strong as Ser Gregor the Mountain too, for all the bloody good it does. - Tyrion IV, ASOS

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Samwell II -> <- Arya VI

Gods and the people we sacrifice for them.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

There had been no attacks while they had been at Craster's, neither wights nor Others. Nor would there be, Craster said. "A godly man got no cause to fear such. I said as much to that Mance Rayder once, when he come sniffing round. He never listened, no more'n you crows with your swords and your bloody fires. That won't help you none when the white cold comes. Only the gods will help you then. You best get right with the gods." - Samwell II, ASOS

"Lord of Light, shine your face upon us."

"Light your flame among us, R'hllor," said the red priest. "Show us the truth or falseness of this man. Strike him down if he is guilty, and give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom."

"For the night is dark," the others chanted, Harwin and Anguy loud as all the rest, "and full of terrors." - Arya VI, ASOS

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Arya VI -> Catelyn IV

Fire wight back from the dead.

When Arya turned, Lord Beric Dondarrion was standing behind her, his bloody hand clutching Thoros by the shoulder. - Arya VI, ASOS

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Catelyn IV -> <- Davos IV -> <- Jaime V

Please won't somebody bend their knee?

Suddenly Catelyn was full of dread. "Wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood." Even she could hear the desperation in her voice. "You would not be the first king to bend the knee, nor even the first Stark." - Catelyn IV, ASOS

"They are," insisted Ser Axell. "Not all of Celtigar's men were slain on the Blackwater. Hundreds were taken with their lord, and bent the knee when he did."

"When he did," Davos repeated. "They were his men. His sworn men. What choice were they given?"

"Every man has choices. They might have refused to kneel. Some did, and died for it. Yet they died true men, and loyal." - Davos IV, ASOS

"Won every battle, while losing the Freys, the Karstarks, Winterfell, and the north. A pity the wolf is so young. Boys of sixteen always believe they are immortal and invincible. An older man would bend the knee, I'd think. After a war there is always a peace, and with peace there are pardons . . . for the Robb Starks, at least. Not for the likes of Vargo Hoat." - Jaime V, ASOS

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Davos IV -> <- Jaime V

Spotlight on Daemon Blackfyre.

Thank you, @aegor-bamfsteel!

"It has always been so. I am not . . . I am not a cruel man, Ser Davos. You know me. Have known me long. This is not my decree. It has always been so, since Aegon's day and before. Daemon Blackfyre, the brothers Toyne, the Vulture King, Grand Maester Hareth . . . traitors have always paid with their lives . . . even Rhaenyra Targaryen. She was daughter to one king and mother to two more, yet she died a traitor's death for trying to usurp her brother's crown. It is law. Law, Davos. Not cruelty." - Davos IV, ASOS

He had finally realized that Robert was no mere outlaw lord to be crushed at whim, but the greatest threat House Targaryen had faced since Daemon Blackfyre. - Jaime V, ASOS

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Arya VII -> Bran III

What does the future hold for Gendry?

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

As Arya was cinching her saddle girth, Gendry came up to say that he was sorry. She put a foot in the stirrup and swung up into her saddle, so she could look down on him instead of up. You could have made swords at Riverrun for my brother, she thought - Arya VII, ASOS

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Bran III -> <- Jon V

The Gift shenanigans.

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Bran III <- Jon V

Bran spends the night.

"We call them merlons. They were painted gold a long time ago. This is Queenscrown."

Across the lake, the tower was black again, a dim shape dimly seen. "A queen lived there?" asked Ygritte.

"A queen stayed there for a night." - Jon V, ASOS

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Jon V -> <- Daenerys IV

Jon escapes the wildlings, while Daenerys and gang debate Daario's loyalties.

The old man said no word. He only looked at Jon, standing amongst the wildlings. Amidst the rain and smoke, lit only by the fire, he could not have seen that Jon was all in black, but for his sheepskin cloak. Or could he? - Jon V, ASOS

And her knight dressed plainly while this other made a peacock look drab, though he had thrown a heavy black cloak over his bright yellow finery for this visit. He carried a heavy canvas sack slung over one shoulder. - Daenerys IV, ASOS

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He will forgive me, she told herself. I am his liege. Dany found herself wondering whether he was right about Daario. She felt very lonely all of a sudden. - Daenerys IV, ASOS

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Daenerys IV -> Arya VIII

Let's ask Arya.

Grazdan mo Eraz pointed a finger. "You shall rue this arrogance, whore. These little lizards will not keep you safe, I promise you. We will fill the air with arrows if they come within a league of Yunkai. Do you think it is so hard to kill a dragon?"

"Harder than to kill a slaver. - Daenerys IV, ASOS

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Daenerys IV -> <- Arya VIII

All eyes on Summerhall.

Thank you, @fedonciadale and @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir!

Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar's birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too much. "It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?" - Daenerys IV, ASOS

The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. "I see you," she whispered. "I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death . . ." She began to sob, her little body shaking. "You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!" - Arya VIII, ASOS

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Arya VIII <- Jaime VI

Jaime is no one.

Thank you, @fedonciadale!

The Lothstons held Harrenhal before the Whents and had been a powerful family in their day, but they had died out ages ago, so no one was likely to object to him bearing their arms. He would be no one's cousin, no one's enemy, no one's sworn sword . . . in sum, no one. - Jaime VI, ASOS

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Arya VIII -> <- Jaime VI

Acorns, stumps, dreams, and one confused reader.

"Look in your fires, pink priest, and you will see. Not now, though, not here, you'll see nothing here. This place belongs to the old gods still . . . they linger here as I do, shrunken and feeble but not yet dead. Nor do they love the flames. For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both. And they remember when the First Men came with fire in their fists." - Arya VIII, ASOS

The moonlight glimmered pale upon the stump where Jaime had rested his head. The moss covered it so thickly he had not noticed before, but now he saw that the wood was white. It made him think of Winterfell, and Ned Stark's heart tree. It was not him, he thought. It was never him. But the stump was dead and so was Stark and so were all the others, Prince Rhaegar and Ser Arthur and the children. And Aerys. Aerys is most dead of all. "Do you believe in ghosts, Maester?" he asked Qyburn. - Jaime VI, ASOS

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Samwell III -> <- Arya IX

No one sings to the Stranger.

"Seven," he agreed, "but no one sings of the Stranger." The Stranger's face was the face of death. Even talking of him made Sam uncomfortable. "We should eat something. A bite or two." - Samwell III, ASOS

Stranger, the Hound called him. Arya had tried to steal him once, when Clegane was taking a piss against a tree, thinking she could ride off before he could catch her. Stranger had almost bitten her face off. - Arya IX, ASOS

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Catelyn VI -> <- Arya X -> <- Catelyn VII -> <- Arya XI

Red wedding bells.

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Tyrion VI -> <- Davos V

What's one little nephew?

And Robert's relief was palpable. As stupid as he was, even he knew that Rhaegar's children had to die if his throne was ever to be secure. Yet he saw himself as a hero, and heroes do not kill children. - Tyrion VI, ASOS

Melisandre put her hand on the king's arm. "The Lord of Light cherishes the innocent. There is no sacrifice more precious. From his king's blood and his untainted fire, a dragon shall be born." - Davos V, ASOS

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Davos V -> Jon VII

They call him Aemon (One-Eye) Targaryen.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

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Jon VII -> Bran IV

Some kings might have wings.

Well, ravens might have wings, but lords and kings do not. If help was coming, it would not come today. - Jon VII, ASOS

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Bran IV -> <- Daenerys V

We've got wells leading to the exit (or entry?) in back-to-back chapters.

The well was the thing he liked the least, though. It was a good twelve feet across, all stone, with steps built into its side, circling down and down into darkness. The walls were damp and covered with niter, but none of them could see the water at the bottom, not even Meera with her sharp hunter's eyes. "Maybe it doesn't have a bottom," Bran said uncertainly.

[...]

A turn or two later Sam stopped suddenly. He was a quarter of the way around the well from Bran and Hodor and six feet farther down, yet Bran could barely see him. He could see the door, though. The Black Gate, Sam had called it, but it wasn't black at all. - Bran IV, ASOS

Ser Jorah looked unhappy. "We'll starve long before they do, Your Grace. There's no food here, nor fodder for our mules and horses. I do not like this river water either. Meereen shits into the Skahazadhan but draws its drinking water from deep wells.

[...]

Ser Jorah looked dubious. "Easier to go out than in, it would seem to me. These sewers empty into the river, you say? That would mean the mouths are right below the walls." - Daenerys V, ASOS

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Daenerys V -> Tyrion VII

Gold, was it gold?

"Do not say that word!" She backed away from him. "How could you? What did the Usurper promise you? Gold, was it gold?" The Undying had said she would be betrayed twice more, once for gold and once for love. "Tell me what you were promised?" - Daenerys V, ASOS

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Daenerys V -> <- Tyrion VII

Tyrion's playing with dragons.

They were Magister Illyrio's ships, in truth, not hers at all, and yet she had given them new names with hardly a thought. Dragon names, and more; in old Valyria before the Doom, Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar had been gods. - Daenerys V, ASOS

Within, the dragon skulls were waiting, and so was Shae. "I thought m'lord had forgotten me." Her dress was draped over a black tooth near as tall as she was, and she stood within the dragon's jaws, nude. Balerion, he thought. Or was it Vhagar? One dragon skull looked much like another. - Tyrion VII, ASOS

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Bran IV -> <- Daenerys V -> <- Tyrion VII

Let's all climb inside a mouth.

"Then pass," the door said. Its lips opened, wide and wider and wider still, until nothing at all remained but a great gaping mouth in a ring of wrinkles. - Bran IV, ASOS

Ser Jorah looked dubious. "Easier to go out than in, it would seem to me. These sewers empty into the river, you say? That would mean the mouths are right below the walls." - Daenerys IV, ASOS

Her dress was draped over a black tooth near as tall as she was, and she stood within the dragon's jaws, nude. Balerion, he thought. Or was it Vhagar? One dragon skull looked much like another.

Just the sight of her made him hard. "Come out of there."

"I won't." She smiled her wickedest smile. "M'lord will pluck me from the dragon's jaws, I know."

[...]

He did, finally, but only because she let herself be caught. By the time she slipped into his arms, he was flushed and out of breath from stumbling into dragon skulls. - Tyrion VII, ASOS

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Tyrion VII -> <- Sansa IV -> <- Tyrion VIII -> <- Sansa V

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something purple.

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Sansa IV -> <- Jaime VII

We love gender neutral titles.

Put Joffrey from your mind, sweetling. Dontos, Tyrion, all of them. They will never trouble you again. You are safe now, that's all that matters. You are safe with me, and sailing home. - Sansa IV, ASOS

"What duties?" said Meryn Trant defensively.

"Keeping the king alive. How many monarchs have you lost since I left the city? Two, is it?" - Jaime VII, ASOS

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Jaime VII <- Davos VI

Davos helps Edric escape death, and sends him across the narrow sea.

He went to one knee before Edric Storm. "I must leave you now," he said. "There's a boat waiting, to row you out to a galley. Then it's off across the sea. You are Robert's son so I know you will be brave, no matter what happens." - Davos VI, ASOS

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Jon VIII -> Arya XII

Jon or no one.

Thank you, @mayamo!

You are a son of Winterfell, a nephew of Benjen Stark. It must be you or no one. The Wall is yours, Jon Snow. - Jon VIII, ASOS

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Arya XII -> <- Tyrion IX

I wonder if we'll see Timett again.

His dream of selling Arya to Lady Arryn died there in the hills, though. "There's frost above us and snow in the high passes," the village elder said. "If you don't freeze or starve, the shadowcats will get you, or the cave bears. There's the clans as well. The Burned Men are fearless since Timett One-Eye came back from the war. And half a year ago, Gunthor son of Gurn led the Stone Crows down on a village not eight miles from here. They took every woman and every scrap of grain, and killed half the men. They have steel now, good swords and mail hauberks, and they watch the high road—the Stone Crows, the Milk Snakes, the Sons of the Mist, all of them. Might be you'd take a few with you, but in the end they'd kill you and make off with your daughter." - Arya XII, ASOS

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Tyrion IX -> Jaime VIII

Jaime's giving out swords.

Thank you, @agentrouka-blog!

Either the Mountain spills my guts, or I kill him and lose Stokeworth. I sell my sword, I don't give it away. I'm not your bloody brother. - Tyrion IX, ASOS

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Sansa VI -> Jon IX

Look out.

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You'll know that, when you have a child."

"A child?" said Sansa, uncertainly.

Lysa waved a hand negligently. "Not for many years. You are too young to be a mother. One day you shall want children, though. Just as you will want to marry." - Sansa VI, ASOS

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How would you like to marry your cousin, the Lord Robert? - Sansa VI, ASOS

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It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. - Sansa VI, ASOS

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I see no reason why you should not be wed as soon as we know that your Lannister husband is dead. A secret wedding, to be sure. - Sansa VI, ASOS

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Sansa VI -> <- Jon IX

Wind through their hair.

Thank you, @butterflies-dragons!

The wind ran salty fingers through her hair, and Sansa shivered. - Sansa VI, ASOS

A gust of wind sent icy tendrils wending through his long brown hair. - Jon IX, ASOS

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Jon IX -> <- Tyrion X -> <- Daenerys VI

Imprisoned Jon + imprisoned Tyrion + Daenerys and her two treacherous knights.

"Your father died by the sword, but he was highborn, a King's Hand. For you, a noose will serve. Ser Alliser, take this turncloak to an ice cell." - Jon IX, ASOS

He was halfway down the serpentine steps before he realized that the gold cloaks were not taking him back to his tower room. "I've been consigned to the black cells," he said. They did not bother to answer. Why waste your breath on the dead? - Tyrion X, ASOS

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears. "Tell Belwas to bring my knights," Dany commanded, before she could change her mind. "My good knights." - Daenerys VI, ASOS

+.+.+

Daenerys VI <- Jaime IX

Jaime Lannister sounding a lot like someone.

Jaime watched from the foot of the table, thinking of all those lords who aspired to a seat on the king's small council. They can bloody well have mine. If this was power, why did it taste like tedium? He did not feel especially powerful, watching Tommen dip his quill in the inkpot again. He felt bored. - Jaime IX, ASOS

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Jaime IX -> Jon X

The Targaryens . . . marry their sister.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

I want to be your wife, we belong to each other, but it can never be, Jaime. We are brother and sister."

"The Targaryens . . ."

"We are not Targaryens!" - Jaime IX, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon X -> <- Arya XIII

Sounds like the maid with honey in her hair if you ask me.

"The little bird flew away, did she? Well, bloody good for her. She shit on the Imp's head and flew off."

"They'll find her," said Polliver. "If it takes half the gold in Casterly Rock."

"A pretty girl, I hear," said the Tickler. "Honey sweet." He smacked his lips and smiled. - Arya XIII, ASOS

+.+.+

Samwell IV -> <- Jon XI

You don't know everything, Stannis.

"I am well aware of that," the king said. "I am aware of more than you know, Aemon Targaryen." - Samwell V, ASOS

+.+.+

Samwell IV -> Jon XI <- Sansa VII

Two different types of snow knights likely being referenced.

"Sam the Slayer!" he said, by way of greeting. "Are you sure you stabbed an Other, and not some child's snow knight?" - Samwell IV, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon XI -> <- Sansa VII

Twin chapters alert. Here we go again!

Thank you, @esther-dot!

"I don't want her here." Her aunt's eyes were shiny with tears. "Why did you bring her to the Vale, Petyr? This isn't her place. She doesn't belong here." - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

The warmth took some of the ache from his muscles and made him think of Winterfell's muddy pools, steaming and bubbling in the godswood. Winterfell, he thought. - Jon XII, ASOS

___

Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

Sansa felt sorry for her little cousin sometimes, but she could not imagine ever wanting to be his wife. I would sooner be married to Tyrion again. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell." - Jon XII, ASOS

"A giant," the boy whispered, weeping. "It wasn't me, it was a giant hurt the castle. She killed him! I hate her! She's a bastard and I hate her! I don't want to be leeched!" - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

No. Not enough. Never enough. Jon let his sword drop. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "Emmett, are you hurt?" - Jon XII, ASOS

[...]

"It was my fault." Sansa showed them the doll's head. "I ripped his doll in two. I never meant to, but . . ."

[...]

A mad rage seized hold of her. She picked up a broken branch and smashed the torn doll's head down on top of it, then pushed it down atop the shattered gatehouse of her snow castle. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

Ygritte wanted me to be a wildling. Stannis wants me to be the Lord of Winterfell. But what do I want?

[...]

He had his answer then. - Jon VII, ASOS

I will tell my aunt that I don't want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows.

[...]

I will tell her. I will! - Sansa VII, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon XI <- Sansa VII

I mean. . .

+.+.+

Sansa VII -> Epilogue

Daughter kills giant (hmmm), mother kills Petyr.

[...]

"A giant," the boy whispered, weeping. "It wasn't me, it was a giant hurt the castle. - Sansa VII, ASOS

Petyr Pimple was hanging from the limb of an oak, a noose tight around his long thin neck. His eyes bulged from a black face, staring down at Merrett accusingly. You came too late, they seemed to say. - Epilogue, ASOS

+.+.+

Prologue -> <- Sansa VII

AGOT

Prologue: ice threat introduction.

Final chapter: fire threat introduction.

ACOK

Prologue: cold-hearted King Stannis with his dying maester.

Final chapter: kindhearted King Bran with his dying maester.

ASOS

Drifting snowflakes, and Jon Snow.

Snow was falling. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Snow was falling on the Eyrie. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

What was wrong with him? He could hardly breathe. Had he gone to sleep? - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Was this what woke me?

[...]

it was so lovely that she held her breath - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

It was a heavy fall, thick white flakes coming down all about him.

[...]

The snow was drifting in to cover him. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

He got to his knees, and something wet and cold touched his nose. Chett looked up. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

He could feel tears freezing to his cheeks.

[...]

He felt as though he were being attacked by a cloud of pale cold bugs. They settled on his shoulders, on his head, they flew at his nose and his eyes. Cursing, he brushed them off. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks.

[...]

She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

It isn't fair, he wanted to scream. Snow would ruin everything he'd worked for, all his careful plans.

[...]

There'd be no lord's life for the leechman's son, no keep to call his own, no wives nor crowns.

[...]

The snow's taken it all from me . . . the bloody snow . . .

Snow had ruined him once before. Snow and his pet pig. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

[...]

Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. - Sansa VII, ASOS

+.+.+

Prologue -> <- Epilogue

Ice wights, fire wights, and wet smallclothes.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

"Three," he squeaked to Chett, "that was three, I heard three. They never blow three. Not for hundreds and thousands of years. Three means—"

"—Others." Chett made a sound that was half a laugh and half a sob, and suddenly his smallclothes were wet, and he could feel the piss running down his leg, see steam rising off the front of his breeches. - Prologue, ASOS

"Please." The last of Merrett's courage was running down his leg.

[...]

The outlaws parted as she came forward, saying no word. When she lowered her hood, something tightened inside Merrett's chest, and for a moment he could not breathe. No. No, I saw her die. She was dead for a day and night before they stripped her naked and threw her body in the river. Raymund opened her throat from ear to ear. She was dead. - Epilogue, ASOS

+.+.+

#operation stumpy re-read #foreshadowing smorgasbord #asos summary #chapter transitions #jonsa #anti daenerys #asoiaf

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crowtrobotx · 3 years

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Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by: @le-cat-nipp ❤️❤️ Thank you, dear 😘

i’m tagging: I am literally so awkward about this lol if you’re reading this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged

MUSIC

fave genre? I’m a folk, alt rock, indie rock and classic rock gal. There’s a few modern/pop folks I’m hugely fond of as well. I’m not anti-any type of music tbh.

fave artist? Fleet Foxes, Of Monsters and Men, Lord Huron, Florence + the Machine, Hozier, Lorde, Simon & Garfunkel, Bob Dylan, Hozier, Janelle Monáe, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Billie Eilish, Old Crow Medicine Show, Lil Nas X, Phoebe Bridgers, Mitski, David Bowie

fave song? Oh man of all time? Fugg. I am very partial to “Shake It Off” by F+TM but this answer could change daily lol.

most listened song recently? Long Lost - Lord Huron

5 fave lyrics? I am not sure if this means “songs with the best lyrics” or “favorite lines” …. I’m gonna go with the latter

“And it echoes when I breathe/Until all you'll see is my ghost/Empty vessel, crooked teeth/Wish you could see” I of the Storm, OMAM

“Words hung above, but never would form/Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn/Remember me, love, when I'm reborn/As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn” - Shrike, Hozier

“Oh, you fool, there are rules I am coming for you/Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins/I tried to warn you when you were a child/I told you not to get lost in the wild” - The Yawning Grave, Lord Huron

“The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress/Until I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest/The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound/I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground” - Howl, F+TM

“Though I liked summer light on you/If we ride a winter-long wind/Well time's not what I belong to/And you're not the season you're in” - I’m Not My Season, Fleet Foxes

BOOKS

fav book genre? Sci-fi, fantasy, horror

fav writer? VE Schwab, Neil Gaiman, Ursula K Le Guin, Haruki Murakami, Patrick Rothfuss, Samantha Shannon, JRR Tolkien

fav book? “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman. I have a lot of favorites but that one wins every time.

fav book series? I really love The Lord of the Rings. It’s a classic but it’s so special to me.

comfort book? “Little Fires Everywhere” by Celeste Ng. It’s set very close to where I grew up!

perfect book to read on a rainy day? “The Slow Regard of Silent Things” by Patrick Rothfuss

fave characters? Sandor Clegane, Addie LaRue, Lila Bard, Gimli, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Thorin Oakenshield

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart?

“Every hour wounds. The last one kills.”

“There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.”

“Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.”

“I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

“‘Hey,’ said Shadow. ‘Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.’

The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.

‘Say 'Nevermore,'’ said Shadow.

‘Fuck you,’ said the raven.”

TV AND MOVIES

fave tv/movie genre? Similar to books, I love sci-fi, fantasy and horror - I also love documentaries.

fave movie? Spirited Away. Hands down.

comfort movie? Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. First hyperfixation 🥴

movie you watch every year? I traditionally watch “A Christmas Story” at least five times every holiday season lol. Fuck yeah Cleveland!

fave tv show? Black Sails

comfort tv show? Mystery Science Theater 3000

most rewatched tv show? Oh geeze. Either MST3K, Cowboy Bebop, Game of Thrones, Parks & Rec, Frasier, King of the Hill or X-Files

5 fave characters? Fox Mulder, Crow T. Robot, Captain James Flint, Dale Gribble and Catra

#about me #long post

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years

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Forging Paths PT. 3

Batsis Story!

A/N: Like the more I reread the worse I feel. I THOUGHT THIS WAS OUTSTANDING. WHY??? -Thorne <3

Both parties stared at one another in a silent stalemate. Jason sat on a stool at the bar smirking, Dick stood next to Alfred in a mixed state of disbelief and recognition, and Tim and Damian sat at the table with raised eyebrows and wide-open mouths. (Y/N) took one look at Tim and Damian and quipped, "Oi Nerd-bird and Short-stack, you're gonna catch flies with your mouths open like that." Jason and Dick started to laugh as Tim and Damian shut their mouths; Tim still looked shocked, but Damian's face set into a glare and the disdain was evident when he spoke.

"Why are you here?" (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and returned his glare.

"I'm here because Jason needed me. Anything beyond that is none of your business kid." (Y/N) walked over to where the refrigerator was and began rifling through it. Jason called out from behind her.

"Beers on the second shelf from the bottom." (Y/N) raised a hand in confirmation, pulled a bottle from the shelf, and cracked it open. Walking back over to where Jason sat, she hopped on the stool next to him and reclined her upper body onto the bar, head lolling backwards. Inhaling quickly, she raised her head back up and took a swig of her beer. Dick moved to stand in front of the bar and spoke.

"Long day?" She hummed in agreement, a small smile adorned on her face.

"Long day Dickie and an even longer night ahead of us." Dick smiled at the nickname and leaned over to ruffle his younger sister's hair. Batting his hand away she looked at him and smiled. Damian quipped up from behind them.

"We don't need the help of someone who abandons Gotham City and father." (Y/N)'s face dropped into a cold stare as she set her beer down and sat up. Hunching over she leaned her elbows on her knees, and she heard Jason mutter an "oh no", from beside her.

"Watch your mouth kid. You don't want to start a fight with me. I'm not like these guys. I'll finish it." Damian rose to his feet and began walking around the table.

"I'd like to see you try." (Y/N) stood up and began moving towards Damian when Jason and Dick intervened; Jason placing an arm across her chest as Dick stepped in front of Damian. Dick spoke quickly hoping to avoid a fight.

"Hey, hey, there's no reason to fight right now, and frankly, we don't need infighting when we've got such a serious problem on our hands." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at Dick and sat back down, responding,

"I don't have a problem, so long as the little twerp over there minds his own business and leaves me alone." Damian no doubt would've lunged at her had Dick not had a hold of him.

"I am not a twerp, you troglodyte." (Y/N) barked a laugh at the insult.

"That was a good one two-bit. Got anymore?" Damian's nose turned upwards in disgust.

"Plenty." (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed, but not with anger, perhaps more of admiration and humor; she hadn't heard such an attitude since Jason was Robin. She turned back to her beer and resumed drinking; Damian moved to lean against the wall. Dick returned to the bar and spoke to her.

"We're really glad you're here (Y/N). I don't know if we could handle this on our own." (Y/N) opened her mouth to respond but Tim beat her to it.

"Mathematically speaking, we have a high percentage at successfully beating down the gangs and pushing back the League, but we'd take some seriously heavy hits and a lot more civilian casualties. With (Y/N) involved, we can cut casualties by about 57%, and raise our chance at success from 79% to a solid 90%." (Y/N) stared at Tim with wide eyed astonishment, before questioning him.

"Did you just do that off the top of your head?" Tim nodded his head to her. "Damn kid, that's impressive." Tim lowered his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to hide the blush creeping up at the compliment.

"It was nothing really, just simple math. It's what I was trained to do." (Y/N) pulled a face and waved off the modesty.

"Bah, I'm not him Nerd-bird. When I know something is impressive and worthy of admiration, I speak on it. Encourages them to do better. You being able to do math lighting fast like that is pretty damn cool and I admire the ability." Tim had only been complimented like this a few times in his entire 18 years of existence, and hearing one so real made his heart feel light. Damian rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Don't let it go to your head Drake. Any of us could do that." Tim's head whipped up and he glared at Damian.

"Oh yeah Demon-spawn? I think you're just jealous she complimented me and not ‘Mr. Blood Son’." Damian began to make his way over to Tim as he began rising from his seat. Next thing they knew, they were both whacked in the side of the head with silver spoons. Holding their heads and looking down at the spoons on the floor they turned back towards (Y/N).

"Did you just throw spoons at our heads?" Tim asked, rubbing the side of his head where the spoon had hit him. (Y/N) reclined her head back onto the bar, shutting her eyes and confirmed.

"Yes. Yes I did. And if the two of you don't separate and put a lid on it, I'm gonna beat the ever living-shit out of you both." Tim didn't need to be told twice, especially by (Y/N) and retired back to the table; Damian marched in front of her and stood indignantly.

"You wouldn't be able to touch me." This kid just doesn't know when to quit does he? She thought. She moved like lightening, gripping the back of Damian's neck and slamming him down to the floor, before securing her legs over his and twisting his hands behind his back. The atmosphere in the kitchen turned hostile and everyone went deathly still. It was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop. (Y/N) leaned in until her lips almost touched Damian's ear before she spoke. Her voice, almost silent, but laced with venom.

"Listen to me very carefully Damian Wayne, because I am only going to say this once. I am not somebody to fuck with. You think you're special because Bruce Wayne is your daddy, Talia al Ghul is your mommy, and Ra's al Ghul is your grand-daddy? I have news for you kid. Bruce Wayne is my father too. You wanna know how special that makes me? Absolutely fucking zilch. You aren't the only person who has assassination training and multiple fighting techniques. The difference between me and you is the fact that I'm not bound by the same shit-code you are. I kill people, and I have no problems doing it, blood or no. So you remember this the next time you plan on confronting me again. Understood?" Damian nodded his head in acceptance. (Y/N) twisted his arm tighter. "I said, understood?" Damian grit his teeth and choked out.

"I understand." (Y/N) let go and sat back down, watching as Damian pulled himself off the floor and rubbed his arms. The other four men in the kitchen were as still as possible, Alfred being the only person brave enough to break the silence.

"Ms. (Y/N), Master Damian, now that the two of you are over your little tiff, would you like dinner?" Damian shook his head and sat at the table; (Y/N) turned around at the bar and replied.

"Some dinner sounds great Alfie. What do we have?" Alfred smiled as he placed a plate in front of her.

"When I heard that if you were coming, it would be tonight, I took it upon myself to make chicken Alfredo. I remember it being your favorite as a child." (Y/N) let her exterior crack and allowed a sweet smile to grace her lips.

"It still is Alfie. It still is." Alfred returned to the sink and began washing dishes as (Y/N) started to eat. Jason and Dick being the kids they are started sticking their forks into her food. It almost looked like a game of 'Footsies', but instead of feet, they were using forks. And instead of rubbing forks, they were stabbing each other, laughing hysterically when one cried out in exaggerated pain. This continued on for a few minutes until the door leading into the kitchen swung open and someone stepped inside. Immediately it became quiet again and everyone turned to face the doorway. (Y/N) steeled her emotions and set her face into a blank. Leaning back from the bar, she looked at him; he stared back at her. He's not even surprised. I guess he knew what Jason meant when he asked to try something. He knew I was coming. He was silent and then he spoke.

"(Y/N)."

"Bruce."

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salamander-mp4 · 4 years

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Akatsuki no Yona Chapter 192 & 193 Thoughs

Hehh here I go again...

So I’ve been rereading the Yon-hi’s memoir chapters and find it laughable at the High Priests and ILL’s stupidity...

Like...

Yon-hi knew, before she met Yu-hon, that he was a frightening person...

And that was just from the rumors she heard...

So how come that the people who resided in the same castle as him didn’t think of that...

Since the very beginning (Chapter 12) we know that the priest were a thorn in Yu-hon’s side which he disliked and removed...

Because of a promise he made...

To keep his waifu safe.

After becoming king he wanted to restrict their authority... but not in the way he, cruelly, did...

But...

They found out the secret he didn’t want to be known...

And what I hate the most is how they kept pushing poor Yon-hi... who was told all her whole life to keep her blood a secret...

I know they were happy and excited but Goddamn you creeped me out!!

And then...

The last person they should have messed with came... but he would had let it slide if it weren’t for this chubby dumbass...

Yu-hon did tell IL to speak his mind...

But he really should have though of the place and time and moreover subject of the argument... like what the actual f*ck were you hoping to achieve with saying something like that...

He’s seriously been brainwashed and the only thing that’s going on in his mind is Crimson Dragon King this, Crimson Dragon King that... not even knowing what tragedy her blood caries...

He soo deserved this punch...

And then the Priest... oh... how his stupidity makes my head hurt...

He saw Yu-hon punching IL...

He was forbidden to investigate further in the subject of Yon-hi’s blood...

And yet he had the balls to break in her family’s grounds...

You had a chance... but no you just had to mess with the last person in the whole Kouka kingdom...

Don’t get me wrong, what Yu-hon did was terrible... and I’m not agreeing with his method... although it was the quickest and most efficient method... and he did kill two birds with one stone... but it was still to cruel...

But what I hate the most is how terrible Yon-hi’s family made her feel...

You kept your secret hidden for so long and then it’s all fine when an unknown priest came breaking in into your residence and speaking how sad he was for their short lives...

And just after one meeting with him... oh such a kind gentleman...

Then getting disappointed when the person who promised to protect them and their secret, ended up protecting them... even tho he used a cruel method to do it...

To sum it up, if it weren’t for IL’s stupid mouth and the Priest idiocy, Yu-hon wouldn’t had done what he did... and Yon-hi wouldn’t had hated her self the way she did...

But... oh well... it was all made for the story plott to reach the present situation and most likely for IL to have enough “reason” to kill Yu-hon...

#akatsuki no yona #akatsuki no yona chapter 192 #akatsuki no yona chapter 193 #yuhon #yonhi #il #akatsuki no yona spoilers

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isfjmel-phleg · 3 years

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January 2021 Books

I didn’t get to read as much as I wanted to this month because of how crazy everything has been, but in retrospect it was a month of more quality than quantity (mostly).

The Court of the Stone Children by Eleanor Cameron

While I was hoping for more of a time-slip angle than the book ending up going with, this falls into the category of “beautifully written and atmospheric but somehow obscure children’s books from the mid-twentieth century that involve some kind of time travel” that I’m finding I love. A lot.

The Return of the Twelves by Pauline Clarke

Loved the premise of this one, with its ties to the Brontes. A surprisingly literary take on a “toys that are actually alive” plot, and a fun read.

Blue Willow by Doris Gates

Shares with The Velvet Room themes of the importance of having a permanent place of one’s own and the powerful meaning that objects and locations can take on, especially for a child. Beautifully written. Thanks for the recommendation, @valiantarcher!

Forest Born and Princess Academy: The Forgotten Sisters by Shannon Hale

I was glad to find that Forest Born addressed an issue that had minorly bugged me with earlier installments of the Books of Bayern: people-speaking being treated as inherently evil, manipulative, and corrupting, while other forms of speaking are treated as neutral or able to be balanced (rather a double standard, and what about using people-speaking for empathy, diplomacy, inspiring others, etc.?). I appreciated that the positive qualities of the heroine’s ability were brought out, and the gift able to be balanced. While Hale didn’t quite take it as far as I would have liked, I appreciated the effort.

The Forgotten Sisters had an effective mystery element, but not a plot twist that I found particularly believable (”because misogyny” as a reason for certain tragic backstory events felt more soapboxy than organic to the world and characters).

The Castle behind Thorns by Merrie Haskell

I liked this one a lot more than I was expecting to. The characters and their development were captivating, the mystery compelling, and the vaguely late medieval (but with magic?) setting familiar but distinct. And goodness knows I enjoy plots involving being trapped in a castle together and having to learn to understand and work with each other.

Charmed Life, The Lives of Christopher Chant, and Conrad’s Fate by Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

Because I felt like something familiar but not too familiar (only read once before) during all the moving nonsense. These are my favorites of the series, probably because Christopher/Chrestomanci is most prominent in them. (I love Jones in general, but sometimes she woefully underuses some of her best characters.)

Isle of Blood and Stone by Makiia Lucier

While Lucier’s prose doesn’t always work for me, the characters and the worldbulding are great, and I enjoyed it more than I expected, although it took me a little time to warm up to everyone.

The Lost Scrolls by Michael Teitelbaum, Tom Mason, and Dan Danko

A:TLA tie-in books on loan from one of the friends who comes to our weekly Avatar Night. Mostly rehashing info from the show, but here and there some new tidbits that raise questions. (The books claim that Aang was taken from his parents as soon as it came to light that he was the Avatar, but the show seems to indicate he’s pretty much always lived in the temple--there are no parents present in his shortly-after birth flashback, just nuns. So which is it? How does Air Nomad family structure work? Do they just have children and immediately shove them off on the monks and nuns? Do any of them ever know their parents at all?)

The Birds’ Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggin

Not a lot happens and the ending is depressing in a very Victorian way, but early evidence of Wiggin’s gift for creating believable characters is present in the supporting roles.

The Search and The Rift by Gene Luen Yang et al.

My first foray into the A:TLA comics (best read, I find, out loud in one’s best impressions of the cast’s voices). I have questions (and maybe some concerns) but they’re overall enjoyable so far.

#random personal stuff #I might as well keep this up #if you all don't mind

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