Damn you, Cersei, he said with loathing. And Jason Mallister lacks the strength to fight alone. None had ever returned. He shouted for a guard.
His hair, the same silver-blond as hers, had been pulled back tightly behind his head and fastened with a dragonbone brooch. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities. The blade he sent to open my son's throat. It was wrong of them to burn my temple, the heavy, flat-nosed woman said placidly.
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