a game of thrones
she had seen her husband, her brothers, and all her children slain, and yet in life she had never shed a tear. so in death, the gods had decreed that she would know no rest until her weeping watered the black earth of the vale, where the men she had loved were buried. she had been dead six thousand years now, and still no drop of the torrent had ever reached the valley floor far bellow.
a man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes.. cut them out and give them to your next outrider. tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two.. and if not, the man after him will have six.
la fel de incantatoare ca prima oara..
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