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Onomatopoeiae of A Song of Ice and Fire
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A Game of Thrones, Jon II #asoiaf
“First lesson,” Jon said. “Stick them with the pointy end.” Arya gave him a *whap* on the arm with the flat of her blade. The blow stung, but Jon found himself grinning like an idiot. “I know which end to use,” Arya said.
May 29, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Mystery Knight #asoiaf
Dunk closed his eyes. He heard a *crack,* a shout, a *thump.* “No,” he heard Lord Peake cry out, in anguish. *“Noooooo.”* For half a heartbeat, Dunk almost felt sorry for him. He opened his eyes again. Riderless, the big black stallion was slowing to a trot.
May 29, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Mystery Knight #asoiaf
Fresh lances in hand, Paege and Frey put their spurs into their mounts once again. Clods of cracked, dry earth sprayed back from beneath their horses’ hooves with every stride. The *crack* of the lances breaking made Dunk wince. *Too much wine last night, and too much food.* He had some vague memory of carrying the bride up the steps and meeting John the Fiddler and Lord Peake upon a roof. *What was I doing on a roof?* There had been talk of dragons, he recalled, or dragon’s eggs, or something, but…
May 29, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Mystery Knight #asoiaf
“I can’t be expected to feed all the Seven Kingdoms. The boar is for my guests. So is my ale. I won’t have lords saying that I run short of food or drink before they were surfeit. The lake is full of fish, and you’ll find some other rogues camped down by the stumps. Hedge knights, if you believe them.” Her tone made it quite clear that she did not. “Might be they’d have food to share. It’s naught to me. Away with you now, I’ve work to do.” The door closed with a solid *thump* behind her, before Dunk could even think to ask where he might find these stumps.
May 29, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Sworn Sword #asoiaf
Dunk’s world was spinning slowly all around him. *That potion. He’s put me back to sleep.* He closed his eyes and let all the pain drain out of him. He could hear the ravens *quork*ing and screaming at each other, and the sound of his own breath, and something else as well…a softer sound, steady, heavy, somehow soothing. “What’s that?” he murmured sleepily. “That sound…?” “That?” The maester listened. “That’s just rain.”
May 28, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Sworn Sword #asoiaf
Dunk groped at his face, pulled the cloth away. Above him torchlight played against a high ceiling. Ravens were walking on the rafters overhead, peering down with small black eyes and *quork*ing at him. *I am not blind, at least.* He was in a maester’s tower. The walls were lined with racks of herbs and potions in earthen jars and vessels of green glass. A long trestle table nearby was covered with parchments, books, and queer bronze instruments, all spattered with droppings from the ravens in the rafters.
May 28, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Hedge Knight #asoiaf
One of the Kingsguard knights was carrying a wounded brother from the field. They both looked alike in their white armor and white cloaks. The third of the white knights was down, and the Laughing Storm had joined Prince Baelor against Prince Maekar. Mace, battle-axe, and longsword clashed and *clang*ed, ringing against helm and shield. Maekar was taking three blows for every one he landed, and Dunk could see that it would be over soon. *I must make an end to it before more of us are killed.*
May 28, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Hedge Knight #asoiaf
The great three-headed beast covered the prince’s shield, red wings and gold fire. *No, look only where you mean to strike,* he remembered suddenly, but his lance had already begun to slide off line. Dunk tried to correct, but it was too late. He saw his point strike Aerion’s shield, taking the dragon between two of its heads, gouging into a gout of painted flame. At the muffled *crack,* he felt Thunder recoil under him, trembling with the force of the impact, and half a heartbeat later something smashed into his side with awful force.
May 28, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Hedge Knight #asoiaf
“Get him yourself,” said Raymun angrily. “If you think I wish any part of this, you’re as thick as you are vile.” “Vile?” Ser Steffon *tsk*ed. “Guard your tongue, Raymun. We’re both apples from the same tree. And you are my squire. Or have you forgotten your vows?”
May 27, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Hedge Knight #asoiaf
He could *hear* them, at least. The horns of the heralds carried well, and from time to time a roar from the crowd told him that someone had fallen, or risen, or done something especially bold. He heard faint hoofbeats too, and once in a great while the clash of swords or the *snap* of a lance. Dunk winced whenever he heard that last; it reminded him of the noise Tanselle’s finger had made when Aerion broke it.
May 27, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Hedge Knight #asoiaf
The dragon puppet was scattered all about them, a broken wing here, its head there, its tail in three pieces. And in the midst of it all stood Prince Aerion, resplendent in a red velvet doublet with long, dagged sleeves, twisting Tanselle’s arm in both hands. She was on her knees, pleading with him. Aerion ignored her. He forced open her hand and seized one of her fingers. Dunk stood there stupidly, not quite believing what he saw. Then he heard a *crack,* and Tanselle screamed.
May 27, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Hedge Knight #asoiaf
Ser Humfrey inclined his head stiffly to his foe as his destrier was brought out, and then ignored him while he mounted, fastened his helm, and took up lance and shield. The spectators grew quiet as the two knights took their places. Dunk heard the *clang* of Prince Aerion’s dropping his visor. The horn blew.
May 27, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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The Winds of Winter, Tyrion II #asoiaf
Out on the waters of Slaver’s Bay, another of the Qartheen galleys went up in a sudden *whooosh* of flame. Tyrion could hear elephants trumpeting to the east. The arms of the six sisters rose and fell, throwing corpses. Shield slammed against shield as two spear walls came together beneath the walls of Meereen. Dragons wheeled overhead, their shadows sweeping across the upturned faces of friend and foe alike.
May 26, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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The Winds of Winter, Tyrion II #asoiaf
The green beast was circling above the bay, banking and turning as longships and galleys clashed and burned below him, but it was the white dragon the sellswords were gawking at. Three hundred yards away the Wicked Sister swung her arm, *chunk-THUMP,* and six fresh corpses went dancing through the sky. Up they rose, and up, and up. Then two burst into flame.
May 26, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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The Winds of Winter, Tyrion II #asoiaf
Three hundred yards from where he stood rose the Wicked Sister, her long arm swinging up with a clutch of corpses—*chunk-THUMP*—and there they flew, naked and swollen, pale dead birds tumbling boneless through the air. The siege camps shimmered in a gaudy haze of rose and gold, but the famous stepped pyramids of Meereen hulked black against the glare.
May 26, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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The Winds of Winter, Barristan I #asoiaf
Out beyond the city walls, the distant *thump* of a trebuchet releasing could be heard. Dead men and body parts came spinning down out of the night. One crashed amongst the pit fighters, showering them with bits of bone and brain and flesh. Another bounced off the Chainmaker’s weathered bronze head and tumbled down his arm to land with a wet splat at his feet. A swollen leg splashed in a puddle not three yards from where Selmy sat waiting on his queen’s horse.
May 26, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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A Dance with Dragons, Epilogue #asoiaf
A steady *drip-drip-drip* punctuated his words, as snowmelt ran off his cloak to puddle on the floor. The snow had been falling on King’s Landing most of the night; outside the drifts were ankle deep. Ser Kevan Lannister pulled his cloak about himself more closely. “So you say, ser. Words are wind.”
May 25, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys X #asoiaf
“I am lost at sea,” she said as she limped along beside her meandering rivulet, “so perhaps I’ll find some crabs, or a nice fat fish.” Her whip slapped softly against her thigh, *wap wap wap*. One step at a time, and the stream would see her home.
May 25, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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A Dance with Dragons, The Dragontamer #asoiaf
“Down,” the prince commanded. *You must not let him smell your fear.* “Down, down, *down.*” He brought the whip around and laid a lash across the dragon’s face. Viserion *hiss*ed.
May 25, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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A Dance with Dragons, The Dragontamer #asoiaf
Quentyn let his whip uncoil. “Viserion,” he called, louder this time. He could do this, he would do this, his father had sent him to the far ends of the earth for this, he would not fail him. “*VISERION!*” He snapped the whip in the air with a *crack* that echoed off the blackened walls.
May 25, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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A Dance with Dragons, The Dragontamer #asoiaf
The dragon moved awkwardly on the ground, like a man scrabbling on his knees and elbows, but quicker than the Dornish prince would have believed. When the Windblown were too late to get out of his way, Viserion let loose with another roar. Quentyn heard the rattle of chains, the deep *thrum* of a crossbow.
May 24, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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A Dance with Dragons, The Dragontamer #asoiaf
The butcher’s wagon was outside, waiting in the alley. The driver gave the mule a lick and rumbled through, iron-rimmed wheels *clack*ing loudly over bricks. The quartered carcass of an ox filled the wagon bed, along with two dead sheep. Half a dozen men entered afoot. Five wore the cloaks and masks of Brazen Beasts, but Pretty Meris had not troubled to disguise herself.
May 24, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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A Dance with Dragons, The Ugly Little Girl #asoiaf
Her cheeks grew warm, flushed. She could feel her heart fluttering beneath her breast, and for one long moment she could not catch her breath. Hands closed around her throat, hard as stone, choking her. Her own hands shot up to claw at the arms of her attacker, but there was no one there. A terrible sense of fear filled her, and she heard a noise, a hideous *crunch*ing noise, accompanied by blinding pain.
May 24, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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A Dance with Dragons, Jon XII #asoiaf
“*OPEN THE GATE!*” Big Liddle roared. His voice was thunder. Seven hundred feet above, the sentries heard and raised their warhorns to their lips. The sound rang out, echoing off the Wall and out across the world. *Ahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.* One long blast. For a thousand years or more, that sound had meant rangers coming home. Today it meant something else. Today it called the free folk to their new homes.
May 24, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion XI #asoiaf
Midday had come and gone before he and Penny reached the well, where a scrawny one-legged slave was drawing water. He squinted at them suspiciously. “Nurse always comes for Yezzan’s water, with four men and a mule cart.” He dropped the bucket down the well once more. There was a soft *splash.* The one-legged man let the bucket fill, then began to draw it upward. His arms were sunburnt and peeling, scrawny to look at but all muscle.
May 23, 2025 at 6:00 PM