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I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.

(insp)

What they don't realize is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by a man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle into my bones, and ignore it. If I didn't pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc's estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

i try to blame it on fortune, some kind of twist in my fate, but i know the truth and it haunts me - i learned it a little too late.

If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.

“My sister Susan,” answered Peter shortly and gravely, “is no longer a friend of Narnia.”

I am the Sun Summoner. It gets dark when I say it does.

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.