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Those were done in maester's ink, made of soot and coal tar, but the message above was scrawled in brown in a huge, spiky hand. It spoke of the fall of Moat Cailin, of the triumpant return of the Warden of the North to his domains, of a marriage soon to be made. The first words were, "I write this in the blood of ironmen," the last, "I send you each a piece of prince. Linger in my lands, and share his fate."
Asha had believed her little brother dead. Better dead than this. The scrap of skin had fallen into her lap. She held it to the candle and watched the smoke curl up, until the last of it had been consumed and the flame was licking at her fingers. (The Wayward Bride, ADWD 26)

 

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On 8/18/2018 at 11:44 AM, Widow's Watch said:

Those were done in maester's ink, made of soot and coal tar, but the message above was scrawled in brown in a huge, spiky hand. It spoke of the fall of Moat Cailin, of the triumpant return of the Warden of the North to his domains, of a marriage soon to be made. The first words were, "I write this in the blood of ironmen," the last, "I send you each a piece of prince. Linger in my lands, and share his fate."
Asha had believed her little brother dead. Better dead than this. The scrap of skin had fallen into her lap. She held it to the candle and watched the smoke curl up, until the last of it had been consumed and the flame was licking at her fingers. (The Wayward Bride, ADWD 26)

 

Nice. 

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On 8/18/2018 at 11:44 AM, Widow's Watch said:

Those were done in maester's ink, made of soot and coal tar, but the message above was scrawled in brown in a huge, spiky hand. It spoke of the fall of Moat Cailin, of the triumpant return of the Warden of the North to his domains, of a marriage soon to be made. The first words were, "I write this in the blood of ironmen," the last, "I send you each a piece of prince. Linger in my lands, and share his fate."
Asha had believed her little brother dead. Better dead than this. The scrap of skin had fallen into her lap. She held it to the candle and watched the smoke curl up, until the last of it had been consumed and the flame was licking at her fingers. (The Wayward Bride, ADWD 26)

 

You're pretty good at this MoF game :)

  • The weirwood was the heart of Winterfell, Lord Eddard always said . . . but to save the castle Jon would have to tear that heart up by its ancient roots, and feed it to the red woman's hungry fire god. I have no right, he thought. Winterfell belongs to the old gods.

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It was a good start. "Drink with me." Dany filled his cup herself. "You know why you are here. The Green Grace seems to feel that if I take you for my husband, all my woes will vanish."

"I would never make so bold a claim. Men are born to strive and suffer. Our woes only vanish when we die. I can be of help to you, however.

A nod to Dany's simpler and sweeter second life as a dragon.

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Alyn Velaryon as he was when he was summoned by Lord Peake to go to battle on behalf of the throne, a young man of unknown dubious birth. Capable, cocky and eager for battle, reward and glory, as he proved when he rushed into battle in the Stepstones. There he kicked ass and promptly went to King's Landing where he road the streets on an elephant amidst cheering crowds.

The elephant gives it away, Alyn is at this stage of the story a(n) (F)aegon parallel.

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A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd.

Same same.

Upon arriving in KL the hero, Alyn then has to deal with Unwin Peake, the wily more experienced man who had consolidated power in the city. Unwin outmanoeuvred Alyn into having to go and fight the Ironborn invading the West on behalf of the Iron throne.

Alyn's situation is foreshadowing what will happen to Faegon, and what will happen is this. Faegon will win his way into KL on the back of his elephants crushing all opposition. When he arrives the city will have been in a state of chaos, blood running in the streets, as the Faith and Tyrells come to swords. Thus his arrival will be that of a hero's, as it will bring peace to the city. Faegon will then have to deal with the Faith, particularly the High Sparrow. And the wily old High Sparrow will manoeuvre in such a way that will have Faegon headed west to battle the Ironborn in the Reach.

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This has probably been noticed before, but it wasy first time. 

Bran on his sick bed as a Child of the Forest (before we knew what the CotF looked like). 

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She was holding one of his hands. It looked like a claw. This was not the Bran he remembered. The flesh had all gone from him. His skin stretched tight over bones like sticks. Under the blanket, his legs bent in ways that made Jon sick. His eyes were sunken deep into black pits; open, but they saw nothing. The fall had shrunken him somehow. He looked half a leaf, as if the first strong wind would carry him off to his grave.

I love that he is described as a leaf. I wonder if this is why George named Leaf Leaf. Also the eyes saw nothing, but the reader will learn that they will see everything. And of course, wind will carry him to his grave...

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"Arya has the hands of a blacksmith." 

Arya I, Game 7

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Gendry was wearing oiled chainmail under his cloak, she saw, and he had his blacksmith's hammer slung across his back. 

Arya X, Clash 64

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"You can still make swords if you want," said Arya. "You can make them for my brother Robb when we get to Riverrun."

"Riverrun." Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. "You look different now. Like a proper little girl."

"I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns."

"Nice, though. A nice oak tree." He stepped closer, and sniffed at her. "You even smell nice for a change."

"You don't. You stink." Arya shoved him back against the anvil and made to run, but Gendry caught her arm. She stuck a foot between his legs and tripped him, but he yanked her down with him, and they rolled across the floor of the smithy. He was very strong, but she was quicker. Every time he tried to hold her still she wriggled free and punched him. Gendry only laughed at the blows, which made her mad. He finally caught both her wrists in one hand and started to tickle her with the other, so Arya slammed her knee between his legs, and wrenched free. Both of them were covered in dirt, and one sleeve was torn on her stupid acorn dress. "I bet I don't look so nice now," she shouted.

Tom was singing when they returned to the hall.

My featherbed is deep and soft,

and there I'll lay you down,

I'll dress you all in yellow silk,

and on your head a crown.

For you shall be my lady love,

and I shall be your lord.

I'll always keep you warm and safe,

and guard you with my sword.

Harwin took one look at them and burst out laughing, and Anguy smiled one of his stupid freckly smiles and said, "Are we certain this one is a highborn lady?" But Lem Lemoncloak gave Gendry a clout alongside the head. "You want to fight, fight with me! She's a girl, and half your age! You keep your hands off o' her, you hear me?"

"I started it " said Arya. "Gendry was just talking."

"Leave the boy, Lem," said Harwin. "Arya did start it, I have no doubt. She was much the same at Winterfell."

Tom winked at her as he sang:

And how she smiled and how she laughed,

the maiden of the tree.

She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me.

I'll wear a gown of golden leaves,

and bind my hair with grass,

But you can be my forest love,

and me your forest lass.

 

Arya IV, Storm 22

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When he got out from under it and scrambled up near the sky, Bran could see all of Winterfell in a glance. He liked the way it looked, spread out beneath him, only birds wheeling over his head while all the lifie of the castle went on below. Bran could perch for hours among the shapeless, rain-worn gargoyles that brooded over the First Keep, watching it all: the men drilling with wood and steel in the yard, the cooks tending their vegetabales in the glass garden, restless dogs running back and forth in the kennels, the silence of the godswood, the girls gossing beside the washing well. It made him feel like he was lord of the castle, in a way even Robb would never know. (Bran II, AGoT 8)

I guess that's that!

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Jaime Lannister regarded his brother thoughtfully with those cool green eyes. "Stark will never consent to leave Winterfell with his son lingering in the shadow of death."
"He will if Robert commands it," Tyrion said. "And Robert will command it. There is nothing Lord Eddard can do for the boy in any case."
"He could end his torment," Jaime said. "I would, if it were my son. It would be a mercy." (Tyrion I, AGoT 9)

Jaime has one son who is still alive and who may be marked for death if we go by what Maggy the Frog told Cersei.

(Also, Myrcella is never mentioned, but she's essentially been disfigured after her attack, making her join the rank of the "grotesques" as Jaime put it).

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