“...Brienne turned, and saw a ghost.
Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard.
"My lord?" she gasped.
"Lord?" The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. "I'm just a smith."
He is not Renly, Brienne realized. Renly is dead. Renly died in my arms, a man of one-and-twenty. This is a only a boy. A boy who looked as Renly had, the first time he came to Tarth. [...] And though his eyes had been that same deep blue, Lord Renly's eyes had always been warm and welcoming, full of laughter, whereas this boy's eyes brimmed with anger and suspicion.”
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
Слухаю всі версії «I want to live» перед сном ніби я засинаю десь в таборі біля вогнища і завтра мені не треба на роботу
Завжди вважаю добрим знаком коли випадково бачу або чую щось пов’язане з Твін Піксом. Одразу відчуття що я там де треба ☕️
If I had a world of my own - everything will be nonsense. Nothing will be what it is, because everything will be what it isn't (c)
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