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"Then Royce's parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young Lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It seemed red as fire where they touched the snow."
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"My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set."
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"Treating your adversary with respect is striking soft in battle."
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"The day my father came to claim me, my mother did not wish for me to go. 'She is a girl,' she said, 'and I do not think that she is yours. I had a thousand other men.' He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across the face, so she began to weep. 'Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear."
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"A quarrel is quickly settled when deserted by one party; there is no battle unless there be two."
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"Everybody is fighting a hard battle that you know nothing about, never give up with yours."
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"Then Royce's parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young Lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It seemed red as fire where they touched the snow."
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"Ungodliness has always declared war on godliness."
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"Girl or boy, we fight our battles. But the God's let us choose our weapons."
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"A wise man thinks it more advantageous not to join the battle than to win."
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"He that fights and runs away, May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain, Will never rise to fight again."
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"Before he had lost his sight, the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world."
Imagination
"It was queer how sometimes a child's innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to."
Perception
"Strike hard and true, crow, or I'll come back and haunt you."
Conflict
"Was there ever a war where only one side bled?"
Violence
"What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?"
Mythology
"No, said Bran. "I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time."
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"Most of my kin are bastards," [Tyrion] said with a wry smile, "but you're the first I've had to friend."
Friendship
"The day my father came to claim me, my mother did not wish for me to go. 'She is a girl,' she said, 'and I do not think that she is yours. I had a thousand other men.' He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across the face, so she began to weep. 'Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear."
Battle
"The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die."
Duty
"It's not," Mormont told him. "Gods save us, boy, you're not blind and you're not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?"
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