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You can't refuse the queen. She was a wisp of a girl, not quite eight, her hair a cascade of golden curls under a jeweled net. At other times, my sister. EDDARDThrough the high narrow windows of the Red Keep's cavernous throne room, the light of sunset spi

Thorne recoiled. My cloak, Tyrion repeated. Everybody said so. he icy mountain heights west of the Shadow Tower, fighting wildlings and giants and monstrous snow bears.