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The Old Man Laid A Withered, Spotted Hand On His Shoulder. "it Hurts, Boy," He Said Softly. "oh, Yes. Choosing . . . It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

You're Mine," She Whispered. "mine, As I'm Yours. And If We Die, We Die. All Men Must Die, Jon Snow. But First, We'll Live.

Give A Thing A Name And It Will Somehow Come To Be.

Kings Are Falling Like Leaves This Autumn.

The Intelligent And Efficient Politician Is A Species Virtually Unknown In The Galaxy. Perhaps I Might Secure A Scraping [for My] Cell Library.