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Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even San s a. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room.

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Needle was J on Snow’s smile.”


Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. 18 / 51.6


Arya Stark


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There is only one god and his name is Death, and there is only one thing we say to Death:


“ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness.


Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

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Winter is coming.

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Arya Type Specimen