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A Song of Ice and Fire. Book 3. A Storm of Swords

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  • Tianran Heцитирует9 лет назад
    I put my life in the Red Viper’s hands, and he dropped it. When he remembered, too late, that snakes had no hands, Tyrion began to laugh hysterically.
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    “Jaime...”

    “Kingslayer,” he reminded her.
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    Prince Oberyn of Dorne is dead, Ser Gregor Clegane lies dying, and Tyrion stands condemned before the eyes of gods and men. They’re keeping him in a black cell till they kill him.”

    Brienne looked at him. “You do not believe he did it.”

    Jaime gave her a hard smile. “See, wench? We know each other too well
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    “Ser Loras, we will talk more of this later. You may leave Brienne with me.”

    The wench looked as ugly and awkward as ever, he decided when Tyrell left them. Someone had dressed her in woman’s clothes again, but this dress fit much better than that hideous pink rag the goat had made her wear. “Blue is a good color on you, my lady,” Jaime observed. “It goes well with your eyes.” She does have astonishing eyes.

    Brienne glanced down at herself, flustered.
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    This is folly, Tyrion,” declared Lord Tywin. “Speak to the matter at hand. You are not on trial for being a dwarf.”

    “That is where you err, my lord. I have been on trial for being a dwarf my entire life.”

    “Have you nothing to say in your defense?”

    “Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.” He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. “I wish I had enough poison for you al . You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here. You leave me no choice but to appeal to the gods. I demand trial by battle.”

    “Have you taken leave of your wits?” his father said.

    “No, I’ve found them. I demand trial by battle!”

    His sweet sister could not have been more pleased. “He has that right, my lords,” she reminded the judges. “Let the gods judge. Ser Gregor Clegane wil stand for Joffrey. He returned to the city the night before last, to put his sword at my service.”

    Lord Tywin’s face was so dark that for half a heartbeat Tyrion wondered if he’d drunk some poisoned wine as well. He slammed his fist down on the table, too angry to speak. It was Mace Tyrel who turned to Tyrion and asked the question. “Do you have a champion to defend your innocence?”

    “He does, my lord.” Prince Oberyn of Dorne rose to his feet. “The dwarf has quite convinced me.”
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    “Guilty,”

    he said, “so guilty. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

    Lord Tywin said nothing. Mace Tyrell nodded. Prince Oberyn looked mildly disappointed.

    “You admit you poisoned the king?”

    “Nothing of the sort,” said Tyrion. “Of Joffrey’s death I am innocent. I am guilty of a more monstrous crime.” He took a step toward his father. “I was born. I lived. I am guilty of being a dwarf, I confess it. And no matter how many times my good father forgave me, I have persisted in my infamy.”
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    “Lord Renly was murdered by one of his own guards, some woman from Tarth.”

    “That woman from Tarth is the reason I’m here. I tossed her into a cel to appease Ser Loras, but I’l believe in Renly’s ghost before I believe she did him any harm. But Stannis -”
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    Jaime had to laugh. Too sweet! His ear! He could scarcely wait to tell Brienne, though the wench wouldn’t find it half so funny as he did.
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    “I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don’t tell me to leave.”

    “Leave me,” she repeated, turning away.
  • Isabel P.цитирует3 года назад
    Brienne’s big blue eyes were full of hurt as Balon Swann and a dozen gold cloaks led her away.

    You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench, he wanted to tel her. Why must they misunderstand every bloody thing he did? Aerys. It all grows from Aerys. Jaime turned his back on the wench and strode across the yard.
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