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"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!”
-- Ghost of High Heart; A Storm of Swords
A Song of Ice and Fire, LotR, HP, lots of photos, films and random things I like
THIS IS NOT A SPOILER FREE BLOG
-- Ghost of High Heart; A Storm of Swords
A Song of Ice and Fire, LotR, HP, lots of photos, films and random things I like
THIS IS NOT A SPOILER FREE BLOG
She could feel the hole inside her every morning when she woke. It was a hollow place, an emptiness where her heart had been, where her brothers had lived, and her parents.The hole will never feel any better, she told herself when she went to sleep.
“Valar morghulis,” she whispered as he died. When he stopped moving, she picked up the coin. Outside the walls of Harrenhal, a wolf howled long and loud.
i used to be the son or the daughter of
i was an angel, someone’s sweet thing
by the roadside, in the nighttime
i’m hardly even thereit’s alright to recognize me
call out my nameless
it’s alright to recognize me
