” The person greeting me was a tall Chinese man perhaps fifty years of age. A nuclear-field depressor. Sansa recognized only Lord Tyrell's tall, dignified wife, Lady Alerie, whoselong silvery braid was bound with jeweled rings. Chunky Ser Kennos of Kayce, who chuffed and puffed every time he raised his longsword, seemed to be holding his own
”His pronouncement would have been more dignified if his voice had finished changing, but as it was, it wavered between squeaking an octave up and then going back down again, ruining the effect. You never told me. Ifeared you'd do the same once. Itfit him badly, being both too short and too loose, and was soiled and tornbesides.
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