Shewanted to taste the blood, to hear the bones crunch between her teeth, to fillher belly with warm flesh instead of cold. How could he be so frightened of Cotter Pyke and Ser Denys Mallister,when he had seen a raven eating Small Paul's face?Pyke was not pleased by his return. Poor Lord of Harmony. Begging for help never gets you any.
The Blackwater? Where inseven hells do you think we are? Where do you think we're going? The scorn in his voice made her hesitate. All night I have been making songs for you in my head. Give me a sword, at least. Brienne's homely face twisted in fury.
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