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  • up the steps, depositing her there with her back to the
  • By the time the storm broke, evening was upon them and
  • “The stew is almost edible. The fish is fresh, at least.”
  • ice, no dead things reaching out to grab you, only dreams
  • she had come to believe, since otherwise he would have
  • that have cost m’lord, to climb up on our dog and ride
  • “A little man, aye. Like you, and Oppo. Groat. Are you
  • western sky was a fiery red, streaked with lowering clouds
  • to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the
  • we have to go somewhere new. We make the most coin in the
  • He chose one bird, and then another, without success, but
  • up. Until they got bored with its bleating and slaughtered
  • her arms, and laughed shrilly, insanely. Then she turned
  • but she smiled now. “Did you truly cook a singer in a
  • half his crew had deserted him and he had bought slaves
  • His lord father had not welcomed any reminders of his son’s
  • the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he
  • “What will I know?” Bran asked the Reeds afterward,
  • generous nature.” It was what she needed to hear. “She
  • He found Penny on the forecastle, where he had so often
  • of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
  • but he never felt the least need to seek them out. Less
  • the hideous creaking sounds the ship had made, the taste
  • them; they were men of the Fiery Hand, after all, and there
  • The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
  • Moqorro sat by his brazier, where a few small flames still
  • its head, and gave a quork, and quick as that he was not
  • It wasn’t you who killed my brother or that poor old
  • gate, but the apparatus was out of his reach, and he had
  • her sister were taken by slavers when Penny entered the
  • were stinging, and the world was a blur. So much for befriending
  • the decks, lashing down everything that was not already
  • indigo came next in value; then capsicum, old clothes,
  • “The secrets of the old gods,” said Jojen Reed. Food
  • were stinging, and the world was a blur. So much for befriending
  • “No, I … I choked on a fish bone once, I can’t eat
  • gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
  • better than the black tar rum the sailors drink. It might
  • own wrath, and no human flame can match them. We are small
  • to whispers in the dark as ravens walked up and down his
  • designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved
  • “You realized that you wanted to live after all.” I
  • “The secrets of the old gods,” said Jojen Reed. Food
  • the ship’s cook, a great greasy loutish Volantene who
  • a quiet old man, who, in his appearance and manner of life,
  • same. Then one morning we heard that his body had been
  • third day at sea. Then, for lack of any other books, he
  • sow amidships in midafternoon, when the air was warm and
  • Even as he realized the fact, the quarry vanished, and
  • as I recall, and this is gold. Tyrion mopped at his face
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