A Song of Ice and Fire
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We had one king, then five. Now, all I see are crows, squabbling over the corps of Westeros.
Lord Rodrik Harlaw, called the Reader
"Dragons," said Mollander. He snatched a withered apple off the ground and tossed it hand to hand. "Throw the apple," urged Alleras the Sphinx. He slipped an arrow from his quiver and nocked it to his bowstring.