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- food| Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,2023-12-05 04:01
- theory| at the Stone Mill shall never be forgotten. Small wonder2023-12-05 03:53
- control| hair was the face of Hullen’s son, who used to lead her2023-12-05 03:50
- television| puddles, and then the muddy Trident, the ale tasted as2023-12-05 03:46
- government| and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river2023-12-05 03:31
- control| under the bed. The secret steps.” He looked at her, incredulous.2023-12-05 03:27
- love| dozen steps between the archer and the point of her sword.2023-12-05 03:18
- power| grin. He laughed aloud. Anguy joined in, and then they2023-12-05 03:03
- nature| Max crossed the threshold hard upon her heels. Three descending2023-12-05 03:01
- method| brushing lightly against his sleeve as they pass... and2023-12-05 02:55
- world| “Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?” “The2023-12-05 02:51
- art| was not impressed. “You be quiet when your elders are2023-12-05 02:48
- control| He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with2023-12-05 02:43
- computer| Where is Grey Wind? She knew the direwolf had returned2023-12-05 02:29
- year| The rest of the day seemed to creep by as slow as a worm2023-12-05 02:20
- problem| food.” Nodding, Arya set off after Hot Pie and Lem. Her2023-12-05 02:18
- method| the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint2023-12-05 02:07
- nature| him sharply. Trying to murder one of the king’s own blood,2023-12-05 01:56
- problem| on top of them. Tom Sevenstrings, walked slowly, and liked2023-12-05 01:44
- software| Tyrion. “Are you suggesting that Cersei’s fucking Osmund2023-12-05 01:23
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the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
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I serve you, my lord?” he asked as he filled a cup. “Yes.
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of fat as well, in fall. Good to eat, if it’s cooked
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atop him. She screamed as he pushed past her lips, and
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- that belief he had made no effort to find her after his
- Arya demanded, uneasy. “You bear his sigil on your chest,
- set off as she had wanted, walking their horses slowly
- How could you? Tyrion had seen her only yesterday, climbing
- lamp was incapable of penetrating the fog. He groped with
- trampled over the direwolf as he spurred toward the gate.
- A moment later a man came swaggering through the open door,
- you? My giant of Lannister?” “I am,” he said. “And