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  • 2024/11/18 09:32
• Belwas howled and complained
   Her Dothraki hooted and screamed, and the Unsullied sent up a great clangor by banging their spears against their shields. “Well done,” Ser Jorah told him, and Brown Ben tossed the eunuch a ripe plum and said, “A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.” Even her Dothraki handmaids had words of praise. “We would braid your hair and hang a bell in it, Strong Belwas,” said Jhiqui, “but you have no hair to braid.”  “Strong Belwas needs no tinkly bells.” The eunuch ate Brown Ben’s plum in four big bites and tossed aside the stone. “
  
  Strong Belwas needs liver and onions.”  “You shall have it,” said Dany. “Strong Belwas is hurt.” His stomach was red with the blood sheeting down from the meaty gash beneath his breasts.  “It is Victoria (Upper Kornhill) Nursery offers baby group programmes in hong kong. English and Chinese Staff will have interaction with students which will creat a trilingual playgroup learning environment for students. nothing. I let each man cut me once, before I kill him.” He slapped his bloody belly. “Count the cuts and you will know how many Strong Belwas has slain.”  But Dany had lost Khal Drogo to a similar wound, and she was not willing to let it go untreated. She sent Missandei to find a certain Yunkish freedman renowned for his skill in the healing arts. , but Dany scolded him and called him a big bald The biggest perk of a wax vape pen or atomizer is even heating and no burning smell! It has a quartz coil and improved heating wire, offering a purer taste. Also, a wax has unique 3-in-1 design as well.baby until he let the healer stanch the wound ‘with vinegar, sew it shut, and bind his chest with strips of linen soaked in fire wine. Only then did she lead her captains and commanders inside her pavilion for their council. 
  
  “I must have this city,” she told them, sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, her dragons all about her. Irri and Jhiqui poured wine. “Her granaries are full to bursting. There are figs and dates and olives growing on the terraces of her pyramids, and casks of salt fish and smoked meat buried in her cellars.”  “And fat chests of gold, silver, and gemstones as well,” Daario reminded them. “Let us not forget the gemstones.”  “I’ve had a look at the landward walls, and I see no point of weakness,” said Ser Jorah Mormont. “Given time, we might be able to mine beneath a tower and make a breach, but what do we eat while we’re digging? Our stores are all but exhausted.”  “No weakness in the landward walls?” said Dany. Meereen stood on a jut of sand and stone Trouble at choosing hair care products ? NU SKIN hair care products makes your hair healthy and shinny again in only 7 days! where the slow brown Skahazadhan flowed into Slaver’s Bay. The city’s north wall ran along the riverbank, its west along the bay shore. “Does that mean we might attack from the river or the sea?”  “With three ships? We’ll want to have Captain Groleo take a good look at the wall along the river, but unless it’s crumbling that’s just a wetter way to die.”
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  • 2017/07/21 12:43
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• why you find him out here
   “The Second Sons have faced worse odds and run. At Qohor, when the Three Thousand made their stand. Or do you deny it?”  “That was many and more years ago, before the Second Sons were led by the Titan’s Bastard.”  “So it is from you they get their courage?” Dany turned to Ser Jorah. “When the battle is joined, kill this one first.” 
  
  The exile knight smiled. “Gladly, Your Grace.”  “Of course,” she said to Mero, “you could run again. We will not stop you. Take your Yunkish gold and go.”  “Had you ever seen the Titan of Braavos, foolish girl, you would know that it has no tail to turn.”  “Then stay, and fight for me.”  “You are worth fighting for, it is true,” the Braavosi said, “and I would gladly let you kiss my sword, if I were free. But I have taken Yunkai’s coin and pledged my holy word.”  “Coins can be returned,” she said. “I will pay you as much and more. I have other cities to conquer, and a whole kingdom awaiting me half a world away. Serve me faithfully, and the Second Sons need never seek hire again .” 
  
  The Braavosi tugged on his thick red beard. “As much and more, and perhaps a kiss besides, eh? Or more than a kiss? For a man as magnificent as me?”  “Perhaps.”  “I will like the taste of your tongue, I think.”  She could sense Ser Jorah’s anger. My black bear does not like this talk of kissing. “Think on what I’ve said tonight. Can I have your answer on the morrow?”  “You can.” The Titan’s Bastard grinned. “Can I have a flagon of this fine wine to take back to my captains?”  “You may have a tun. It is from the cellars of the Good Masters of Astapor, and I have wagons full of it.”  “Then give me a wagon. A token of your good regard .”
  
    “You have a big thirst.”  “I am big all over. And I have many brothers. The Titan’s Bastard does not drink alone, Khaleesi.”  “A wagon it is, if you promise to drink to my health.”  “Done!” he boomed. “And done, and done! Three toasts we’ll drink you, and bring you an answer when the sun comes up.”  But when Mero was gone, Arstan Whitebeard said, “That one has an evil reputation, even in Westeros. Do not be misled by his manner, Your Grace. He will drink three toasts to your health tonight, and rape you on the morrow.”  “The old man’s right for once,” Ser Jorah said. “The Second Sons are an old company, and not without valor, but under Mero they’ve turned near as bad as the Brave Companions. The man is as dangerous to his employers as to his foes. That’s. None of the Free Cities will hire him any longer.”  “It is not his reputation that I want, it’s his five hundred horse. What of the Stormcrows, is there any hope there reenex facial?”
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  • 2017/07/13 13:06
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• eastern bank
  The garron shied away from him when he approached, no doubt
  
  frightened by the blood on his face, but Jon calmed him with a few quiet words and finally got close enough to take the reins. As he swung back into the saddle his
  
  head whirled. I will need to get this tended, he thought, but not just now Let the King-beyond-the-Wall see what his eagle did to me. His right hand opened and
  
  closed, and he reached down for Longclaw and slung the bastard sword over a shoulder before he wheeled to trot back to where the Lord of Bones and his band were
  
  waiting,  Ygritte was waiting too, sitting on her horse with a fierce look on her face. “I am coming too.”  “Be gone.” The bones of Rattleshirt’s breastplate
  
  clattered together. “I was sent for the crow-come-down, none other.”  “A free woman rides where she will,” Ygritte said.&nbsp ; The wind was blowing snow into Jon’s
  
  eyes. He could feel the blood freezing on his face. “Are we talking or riding?”  “Riding,” said the Lord of Bones.  It was a grim gallop. They rode two miles down
  
  the column through swirling snows, then cut through a tangle of baggage wayns to splash across the Milkwater where it took a great loop toward the east. A crust of
  
  thin ice covered the river shallows; with every step their horses’ hooves crashed through, until they reached the deeper water ten yards out. The snow seemed be
  
  falling even faster on the and the drifts were deeper too. Even the wind is colder. And night was falling too.  But even through the blowing snow, the formaldehyde
  
  shape of the great white hill that loomed above the trees was unmistakable. The Fist of the First Men. Jon heard the scream of the eagle overhead. A raven looked
  
  down from a soldier pine and quorked as he went past. Had the Old Bear made his attack? Instead of the clash of steel and the thrum of arrows taking flight, Jon
  
  heard only the soft crunch of frozen crust beneath his garron’s hooves.  In silence they circled round to the south slope, where the approach was easiest. It was
  
  there at the bottom that Jon saw the dead horse, sprawled at the base of the hill, half buried in the snow. Entrails spilled from the belly of the animal like frozen
  
  snakes, and one of its legs was gone. Wolves, was Jon’s first thought, but that was wrong. Wolves eat their kill.  More garrons were strewn across the slope, legs
  
  twisted grotesquely, blind eyes staring in death. The wildlings crawled over them like flies, stripping them of saddles, bridles, packs, and armor, and hacking them
  
  apart with stone axes.  “Up,” Rattleshirt told Jon. “Mance is up top.”  Outside the ringwall they dismounted to squeeze through a crooked gap in the stones. The
  
  carcass of a shaggy brown garron was impaled upon the sharpened stakes the Old Bear had placed inside every entrance. He was trying to get out, not in. There was no HKBU BBA
  
  sign of a rider.  Inside was more, and worse. Jon had never seen pink snow before.
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  • 2017/06/26 13:23
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• so courteous one fancied hewould
  Major Daniel, the senior marine officer of the 'Blonde,' wasa reserved and taciturn man. He was quiet and gentlemanlike,always very neat in his dress; rather severe, still kind tohis men. His aloofness was in no wise due to lack of ideas,nor, I should say, to pride - unless, perhaps, it were thepride which some men feel in suppressing all emotion byhabitual restraint of manner. Whether his SANGFROID wasconstitutional, or that nobler kind of courage which feelsand masters timidity and the sense of danger, none couldtell. Certain it is he was as calm and self-possessed inaction as in repose. He was  almost have apologised to his foe before heremorselessly ran him through SmarTone plan.
  On our second visit to Amoy, a year or more after the first,we met with a warmer reception. The place was much morestrongly fortified, and the ship was several-times hulled.
  We were at very close quarters, as it is necessary to passunder high ground as the harbour is entered. Those who hadthe option, excepting our gallant old captain, naturally keptunder shelter of the bulwarks and hammock nettings. Not soMajor Daniel. He stood in the open gangway watching theeffect of the shells, as though he were looking at a game ofbilliards. While thus occupied a round shot struck him fullin the face, and simply left him headless.
  Another accident, partly due to an ignorance of dynamics,happened at the taking of Canton. The whole of the navalbrigade was commanded by Sir Thomas Bouchier. Our men werelying under the ridge of a hill protected from the guns onthe city walls. Fully exposed to the fire, which was prettyhot, 'old Tommy' as we called him, paced to and fro withcontemptuous indifference, stopping occasionally to spy theenemy with his long ship's telescope. A number ofbluejackets, in reserve, were stationed about half a milefurther off at the bottom of the protecting hill They werecompletely screened from the fire by some buildings of thesuburbs abutting upon the slope. Those in front werewatching the cannon-balls which had struck the crest and wererolling as it were by mere force of gravitation down thehillside. Some jokes were made about football, when suddenlya smart and popular young officer - Fox, first lieutenant ofone of the brigs - jumped out at one of these spent balls,which looked as though it might have been picked up by thehands, and gave it a kick. It took his foot off just abovethe ankle. There was no surgeon at hand, and he was bleedingto death before one could be found. Sir Thomas had come downthe hill, and seeing the wounded officer on the ground with agroup around him, said in passing, 'Well, Fox, this is a badjob, but it will make up the pair of epaulets, which issomething.'
  'Yes sir,' said the dying man feebly, 'but without a pair oflegs.' Half an hour later he was dead dermes..
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  • 2017/05/23 12:52
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• cried the apothecary
  And so he went over himself with the bushel to Little Claus .
  “Now , where did you get all that money from?” he asked; and he opened his eyes wide when he saw all that had been brought together.
  “You killed my grandmother, and not me,” replied Little Claus; “and I've sold her, and got a whole bushel of money for her.”
  “That's really being well paid,” said Great Claus; and he hastened home, took an axe, and killed his tomorrow’s leadersown grandmother directly. Then he put her on a carriage, and drove off to the town with her, to where the apothecary lived, and asked him if he would buy a dead person.
  “Who is it, and where did you get him from?” asked the apothecary .
  “It's my grandmother, ” answered Great Claus . “I've killed her to get a bushel of money for her.”
  “Heaven save us!” , “you're raving! Don' t say such things, or you may lose your head.” And he told him earnestly what a bad deed this was that he had done, and what a bad man he was, and that he must be punished . And Great Claus was so frightened that he jumped out of the surgery straight into his carriage, and whipped the horses, and drove home. But the apothecary and all the people thought him mad, and so they let him drive whither he would.
  “You shall pay for this!” said Great Claus, when he was out upon the high road: “yes, you shall pay me for this, Little Claus!” And directly he got home he took the biggest sack he could find, and went over Neo skin lab to Little Claus and said, “Now, you've tricked me again! First I killed my horses, and then my old grandmother! That's all your fault; but you shall never trick me any more . ” And he seized Little Claus round the body, and thrust him into the sack, and took him upon his back, and called out to him, “Now I shall go off with you and drown you . ”
  It was a long way that he had to travel before he came to the river, and Little Claus was not too light to carry. The road led him close to a church: the organ was playing, and the people were singing, so beautifully! Then Great Claus put down his sack, with Little Claus in it, close to the church door, and thought it would be a very good thing to go in and hear a psalm before he went farther; for Little Claus could not get out, and all the people were in church; and so he went in.
  “Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” sighed Little nu skinClaus in the sack, And he turned and twisted, but he found it impossible to loosen the cord . Then there came by an old drover with snow-white hair, and a great staff in his hand: he was driving a whole herd of cows and oxen before him, and they stumbled against the sack in which Little Claus was confined. so that it was overthrown.
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