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The Wildlings Seemed To Think Ygritte A Great Beauty Because Of Her Hair; Red Hair Was Rare Among The Free Folk, And Those Who Had It Were Said To Be Kissed By Fire, Which Was Supposed To Be Lucky.

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The Wildlings Seemed To Think Ygritte A Great Beauty Because Of Her Hair; Red Hair Was Rare Among The Free Folk, And Those Who Had It Were Said To Be Kissed By Fire, Which Was Supposed To Be Lucky.

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The Best Writing Advice I Had Was [in] ‘heinlein’s Rules For Writers’ By (american Science Fiction Author) Robert A. Heinlein. His First Rule Is That You Must Write, And I Was Already Doing That, But His Second Rule Is, ‘you Must Finish What You Write,’ And That Had A Big Impact On Me.

Sometimes There Is No Happy Choice, Sam, Only One Less Grievous Than The Others. - Jon Snow

Now You Know " The Crow Whispered As It Sat On His Shoulder. "now You Know Why You Must Live." "why " Bran Said Not Understanding Falling Falling. "because Winter Is Coming.

What Was It Catelyn Stark Had Called Them, That Night At Bitterbridge? The Knights Of Summer. And Now It Was Autumn And They Were Falling Like Leaves.

You Can't Just Pick People For Their Hair Color Or The Shape Of Their Face. You Have To Go With The Best Actors.

When You Have Known The Kiss Of A Flaying Knife, A Laugh Loses All Its Power To Hurt You.

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?

Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover Foul Ones.

Arya, What Are You Doing?" "syrio Says A Water Dancer Can Stand On One Toe For Hours." Her Hands Flailed At The Air To Steady Herself. Ned Had To Smile. "which Toe?" He Teased. "any Toe," Arya Said, Exasperated With The Question. She Hopped From Her Right Leg To Her Left, Swaying Dangerously Before She Regained Her Balance. "must You Do Your Standing Here?" He Asked. "it's A Long Hard Fall Down These Steps." "syrio Says A Water Dancer Never Falls.

You Know Nothing, Jon Snow

Knowing Nothing

Lady," She Whimpered Softly, Wondering If She Would Meet Her Wolf Again When She Was Dead.

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