Khaleesi

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Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.Erchomai, it said.I am coming.

Sister: Who is that guy on the cover of that City of Bones book?
Me: 
Me: 
Me: 
Me: I really don't think you're ready for this conversation.
Sister: But I just asked a question -
Me: No.
Sister: But -
Me: shhh

i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time

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“Woman?” She chuckled. “Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.” Dany met his stare. “I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi to Drogo’s riders, and queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.”

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