Dusk had begun to settle over the waters of Slaver's Bay before Dany returnedto the deck. Pod's a good lad, butthe knot in his tongue is the size of Casterly Rock, and I don't trust half ofwhat he tells me. Mance Rayder started out a crow. The island was denselywooded, a tangle of willows, oaks, and tall pines that cast deep shadowsacross the rushing water, hiding snags and the rotted trunks of drowned trees.
If only I hadn't killed her. “Though that seems like the larger tragedy, if you ask me. Aloud? In your head. Until my resolve weakens, you mean.
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