Lysa stroked his hair. He had pig eyes, small and shiny. Trouble, my lord? Beyond a doubt, his lord father said. First you go weak and drowsy, and everything starts to fade, and then it's like sinking into a sea of warm milk.
Hodor is a man, not a mule to be beaten. Even as he spat out the words, Tyrion knew they were folly. Honor them for their valor. His nose was flat and broad, and he always seemed in need of a shave.
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