Tα Άπαντα του Θλιμμένου Edd...

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Επικότατο ποστ. Μπράβο Sunspear.

Μερικές προσθήκες:

\"I was warm though. Some dogs crawled atop me during the night. My cloak was almost dry when one of them pissed on it. Or perhaps it was Brown Bernarr. Have you noticed that the rain stopped once I had a roof above me. It will start again now that I\'m back out. Gods and dogs alike delight to piss on me.\"

\"If it\'s warm and dry inside, don\'t tell me, I wasn\'t asked in.\" He flicked a glob of wet mud out from under a horseshoe. \"Does this mud look like shit to you? Could it be that this whole hill is made of Caster\'s shit?\"

\"My old septon used to say that books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet, is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man\'s yabber.\"

\"Never trust a cook, my lord. They’ll prune you when you least expect it.\"

\"I never wanted to see half the things I’ve seen, and I’ve never seen half the things I’ve wanted to.\"

Ο Chett στον Σαμ:
\"Let\'s see how you shoot when it\'s Mance Rayder\'s lads. One o\' them will plant his axe right between those little pig eyes. The last thing you\'ll hear will be the thunk it makes when it bites into your skull.\"
The fat boy was shaking. Dolorous Edd put a hand on his shoulder. \"Brother,\" he said solemnly, \"just because it happened that way for you doesn\'t mean Samwell will suffer the same.\"
\"What are you talking about, Tollett?\"
\"The axe that split your skull. Is it true that half your wits leaked out on the ground and your dogs ate them?\"

\"It was a relief to see that horn burn, my lord,\" Edd said. \"Just last night I dreamt I was pissing off the Wall when someone decided to give the horn a toot. Not that I\'m complaining. It was better than my old dream, where Harma Dogshead was feeding me to her pigs.\"

\"Now I understand why King Stannis let the wildlings through the Wall. He means for us to eat them.\" Jon had to smile. \"It will not come to that.\" \"Oh, good,\" said Edd. \"They look a stringy lot, and my teeth are not as sharp as when I was younger.\"

\'\'I could do with a bit of boiling about now. If the kettle were larger, I might jump in. Though I would sooner it were wine than water. There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk. I knew a brother who drowned himself in wine once. It was poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it.”
“You drank the wine?”
“It’s an awful thing to find a brother dead. You’d have need of a drink as well, Lord Snow.”

\"I have the mules. Nettles claims we\'re kin. It\'s true we have the same long face, but I\'m not near as stubborn. Anyway I never knew their mothers, on my honor.\"

\"Thats the one. If my wet nurse had looked like her, I\'d still be on the teat. Mine had whiskers\"

\"Place was overrun with rats when we moved in. The spearwives killed the nasty buggers. Now the place is overrun with spearwives. There\'s days I want the rats back.\"

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Ben Crompton.