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“If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“The rat squealed as he bit into it, squirming wildly in his hands, frantic to escape.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“I forget your name," I said.
"Most people spew shit from their arse," he retorted, "you manage it with your mouth."
"Your mother gave birth through her arse," I said, "and you still reek of her shit.”
― Bernard Cornwell, The Flame Bearer