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He was a Stark of Winterfell, and who can say? Mayhaps his name was Brandon. Mayhaps he slept in this very bed in this very room
You worry too much, Tuck." "And you not enough, Rhi Bran.
The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.
Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'
'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.
Hodor," said Hodor. "Hodor," Bran agreed.
Although Branwen had no patience for dry lists of names and dates, she had always loved the thrilling tales of the old wars that were told and retold around the hearth in the Great Hall of Garth Milain.
Asil left Bran alone with his thoughts then, because if he stayed, Bran would argue with him. This way, Bran would have no one to argue with but himself. And Asil had always credited Bran with the ability to be persuasive.
Can't we kidnap Old Jethro, force him to help us, then vanquish him and the healer? Bran choked on his drink.
Hodor squatted down beside the door, rocking back and forth on his haunches and muttering, "Hodor, hodor, hodor." Bran
His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk." "His elk?" said Bran, wonderstruck. "His elk?" said Meera, startled. "His ravens?" said Jojen. "Hodor?" said Hodor.
He is dead, right?"
"Graveyard dead," Bran admitted without a hint of remorse.
"Oh, forgive us," Rick murmured, crossing himself.
"Forgiveness is between him and God," Bran insisted. "It was my job to arrange the meeting."
"Man on Fire," Maddy blurted.
You must watch and wait, Branza, to see what powers you have and don't have. It is not like home. We ruled there. Everything fell into place around what we wanted. Here, we are not the only ones wanting, and we must make room for other people's desires.
Bran could not take his eyes off the blood. The snows around the stump drank it eagerly, reddening as he watched.
Hodor, hush," said Bran. "Be quiet now. No more stupid hodoring.
A brane is a distinct region of spacetime that extends through only a (possibly multidimensional) slice of space. The word "membrane" motivated the choice of the word "brane" because membranes, like branes, are layers that either surround or run through a substance.
Necklace. The parchment curled, blackened, and took flame. Theon was aghast. "Have you gone mad?" His father laid a stinging backhand across his cheek. "Mind your tongue. You are not in Winterfell now, and I am not Robb the Boy, that you should speak to me so. I am the Greyjoy, Lord Reaper of Pyke,
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
Mercy might be mated to Adam, but to his wolf she would always belong to Bran. Would always be his little coyote, who was tough and defiant, raised by a good friend because Bran couldn't trust his mate with someone he cared about who was more fragile than his grown sons.
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
Maester Luwin says there's nothing in dreams that a man need fear.'
'There is,' said Jojen.
'What?'
'The past. The future. The truth. - Bran & Jojen
If he didn't talk about it, maybe he would forget. He had never wanted to remember. It might not even be a true remembering." - Bran
When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?
You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.
The man looked over at the woman. "The things I do for love," he said with loathing. He gave Bran a shove.
Ser Jorah was not a handsome man. He had a neck and shoulders like a bull, and coarse black hair covered his arms and chest so thickly that there was none left for his head.
I thought it would be quieter here." [Anna] hadn't meant to say anything, but the noise startled her.
"The wind in the trees," Bran said. "And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.
Ragnarok is coming. When the sky splits asunder and the dark powers of Muspell march out on their war journey, Frey
Blanchefleur felt a quick rush of affection for her. When the world frowned, Branwen went on smiling. There was a heart of steel under all that froth and bubble.
Such is my curse, Branwyn O'Tyre. Every woman I touch is forced to lavish her affections upon me.
The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
There are big bad wolves all over the world who tremble at the sound of his name, yet a little puny coyote girl peanut-buttered the seat of Bran Cornick's car because he told her that she should wear a dress to perform for the pack.
Mercedes," said Asil in a cheerful voice. "You are going to get me killed at last. Bran would not do it, but I believe your mate will have no trouble.
The Oracle rose. As one, the three witches bowed.
"See?" Bran jerked his thumb at the three women. "That's how a woman should treat a man. Next time you see me, I want you to do just like them.
Do trees dream?" "Trees? No . . ." "They do," Bran said with sudden certainty. "They dream tree dreams. I dream of a tree sometimes. A weirwood, like the one in the godswood. It calls to me. The wolf dreams are better. I smell things, and sometimes I can taste the blood.
By the age of twenty the distinctly Branwellian qualities would be developed from which he would never again shake himself free.
Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.
That's why the bran muffins and the colonoscopies.
Her name's Brienne.
'Sir' Richard Branson may be the Julian Assange of British business, in that both believe the world revolves around them. Hence Branson's decision to set up an air service between Manchester and London, above the route of the train line that's been taken from him.
It will not matter. The dream was green, Bran, and the green dreams do not lie.
If he was wood, he was a flail, and I was grain on the threshing floor.
I was a thousand grains, my thoughts blown like chaff. All that was left was the taste of salt.
Freya, I killed a man.
By Odin's Hairy Arse!
We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.
Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred
Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant.
Speak to me.
Never ask me about Jon; he is my blood and that is all you need to know! Ned was different. He brought his bastard home, and called him son.
I told Robb I'm sure to give him twins. An Eddard and a Brandon.
Dear Jacob,
I win.
Sincerely, Edward
Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman."I am grateful, but ... you were well away. Why come back?"
A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.
Where did they go?"
"Where the leaves go in autumn," Will said.
Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. "There's poetic, now."
Will laughed. "It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves is, they grow again ...
Jon Snow, you know nothing.
Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.
There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.
Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.
MaleKith! I'm Loki of Jotunheim!
Jacob was a gift from the gods.
To Ned, will you. Carry on.
Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
Underneath his steal and wool and boiled leather, Jaime Lannister was a tapestry of cuts and scabs and bruises.
Joffrey is truly a little shit,
Thorin, of course, was really the grandson of the King under the Mountain, and there is no knowing what a dwarf will not dare and do for revenge or the recovery of his own.
Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth.
I ... am ... the son of Jor-El!
On my life, Magnus, I swear this is the truth: your father is a Norse god. Now, hurry. We're in a twenty- minute parking spot.
I love you, Frey. I'm in love with you. So in love, I'll never stop loving you. Not ever. You, everything about you is beyond my wildest dreams.
The civility of young Branghton, I much suspect, was merely the result of his father's commands
Swyft, a shameless lickspittle whose greatest accomplishment was marrying his equally chinless daughter to Ser Kevan, and thereby attaching himself to the Lannisters.
You know nothing, Jon Snow!" "Who
The wolf blood, Arya remembered now. I'll be as strong as Robb, I said I would. She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. 'I am a direwolf, and done with the wooden teeth.
If truth be told, Jaime had come to rue heaving Brandon Stark out that window.
If he is The One then we can expect others to gather,' the cleaner stated. 'And if Brane and the crow are here then she will be nearby.' At
So Ned bent his head and wrote, but where the king had said "my son Joffrey," he scrawled "my heir" instead.
You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions, or dragons, or eagles.
Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.
Your brother Jaime keeps losing battles. He gave Sansa an angry look, as if it were her fault. He's been taken by the Starks and we've lost Riverrun and now her stupid brother is calling himself a king.
The dwarf smiled crookedly. All sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days.
He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon's mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me. Yet he could scarcely tell Lord Mormont that it was another man's sword he dreamt of ...
I'm hungry, Garion, and I don't think well when I'm hungry."
"That might explain a lot," Beldin noted blandly. "We should have fed you more often when you were younger."
"You can be terribly offensive sometimes, do you know that?"
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do.
Fly you high, Gregor the Overlander. Fly you high!
Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you ...
My face heated with embarrassment. The crossbreed member of Keystone - formerly known as the Shadow, a merciless killer - is now on the hunt for linens. Viktor
He is warrior, he is poet, he is mad. He is Odin, the Wanderer.
Master of magic, god of war, Odin wanders alone.
I expertly angled my raison bran to accomodate the g-forces.
Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.
Wind is lord and change is sovereign of the strand.
I am told by my toad, Treacle, that Pangur Ban is the true lord of Wychwoode and a great friend of Gwydion. Has the cat not told you this himself yet?
Robb: Uncle Benjen said to send you to the stables if I saw you.
Jon: I have one more farewell to make.
Robb: Then I haven't seen you.
Tyrion: Careful now, Shagga, you've cut him.
Shagga: Dolf fathered warriors, not barbers.
Bran dropped his sword and rushed to her. "Miss Enya.
Words are wind - Tyrion Lannister.
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion.
One day there would be Starks in Winterfell again, he told himself, and then he'd send for the Liddles and pay them back a hundredfold for every nut and berry.
No, don't, don't cut my hair, Ned loves my hair.
Any time there's something so ridiculously dangerous that no rational human being would try it, they send for me.'
Garion
Aemon ... Targaryen! Jon could scarcely believe it.
You are a force rarely born to a world, something we Elves call leinah thaniel, the Song that sings all Songs, the Mirror that shows all Mirrors, the Change that changes everything.
I will never leave you. I will never let you go. I will not let you fall, or fail. I will always come for you if you leave, always find you if you're lost. Always.
Rune speaking to Carling
Firiel. I have a question for you. How would you like to marry my brother and become the Countess Roland someday?
Jaime Cortae. Thirteen. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Lover of peanut butter. Sometime angel, sometime mischief maker. Always Jaime.