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| | Member Title: | Capo del cazzo e della merda...
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| | Signature | "In the end I will return. For the final battle. For the Wolf Time."
"Chiunque può scorreggiare in una stanza chiusa e dire che domina il vento."
“Ho ragazzini che si divertono a rubare. Ho ragazzini a cui non piace e non spiace, e ho ragazzini che tollerano di rubare perchè sanno di non avere altro da fare. Ma nessuno, e dico nessuno, è mai stato tanto famelico quanto quel ragazzino. Se avesse uno squarcio sanguinante in gola e un doktore stesse cercando di ricucirlo, Lamora ruberebbe ago e filo e morirebbe ridendo. Ruba…troppo”
“Foes and false friends are all around me, Lord Davos. They infest my city like roaches, and at night I feel them crawling over me.” The fat man’s fingers coiled into a fist, and all his chins trembled. “My son Wendel came to the Twins a guest. He ate Lord Walder’s bread and salt, and hung his sword upon the wall to feast with his friends. And they murdered him. Murdered, I say, and may the Freys choke upon their fables. I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter…but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.” |
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