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We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories. So, When I Am Inside The Head Of A Character Who Would Otherwise Be Considered A Villain, I Have A Great Deal Of Affection For That Character And I'm Trying To See The World And The Events Through Their Eyes.

-George R. R. Martin

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We're All The Heroes

George R. R. Martin

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We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Stories. So, When I Am Inside The Head Of A Character Who Would Otherwise Be Considered A Villain, I Have A Great Deal Of Affection For That Character And I'm Trying To See The World And The Events Through Their Eyes.

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Once She Had Loved Prince Joffrey With All Her Heart, And Admired And Trusted Her His Mother, The Queen. They Had Repaid That Love And Trust With Her Father's Head. Sansa Would Never Make That Mistake Again.

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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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All These Kings Would Do A Deal Better If They Would Put Down Their Swords And Listen To Their Mothers.

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You Must Put These Dreams Aside, They Will Only Break Your Heart.

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Of All The Bright Cruel Lies They Tell You, The Cruelest Is The One Called Love.

I Buried Him With Mine Own Hands, In A Place He Showed Me Once When I Was A Squire At Storm’s End. No One Shall Ever Find Him There To Disturb His Rest.” He Looked At Jaime Defiantly. “i Will Defend King Tommen With All My Strength, I Swear It. I Will Give My Life For His If Need Be. But I Will Never Betray Renly, By Word Or Deed. He Was The King That Should Have Been. He Was The Best Of Them.

You May Be As Different As The Sun And The Moon, But The Same Blood Flows Through Both Your Hearts. You Need Her, As She Needs You.

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Too Stupid To Learn And Too Stupid To Give Up.

I Rose Too High, Loved Too Hard, Dared Too Much. I Tried To Grasp A Star, Overreached, And Fell.

Nothing Burns Like The Cold.

Let His Sword Break And His Shield Shatter, Sansa Thought Coldly As She Shoved Out Through The Doors, Let His Courage Fail Him And Every Man Desert Him.

Show Me The Path I Must Walk And Do Not Let Me Stumble In The Dark Places That Lie Ahead.

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Conquer The World

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His Dagger Was Out, Poised At Her Throat. “sing, Little Bird. Sing For Your Little Life.

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