Arya had fallen asleep the night before in the House of Black and White, dreaming a wolf dream (though she hadn't felt much like a wolf in this particular one, prowling along Braavosi rooftops as she had been) and swaddled in the undyed wool robes that she wore on the nights she served. She had been warm and fed, a pleasant change from the past ( Read more... )

(from here"For me, the most disturbing stuff seems to come from a different gestalt. For me, the most difficult chapters in the books to read are those of Arya, in aCoK, from the point where Lommy Greenhands is killed, to the end of her ordeal with Gregor Clegane's company. Christ. I just finished a reread of the series, and one of the things that ( Read more... )

Arya looked around wildly, keeping her hand on Needle. Wherever she was, it wasn't where she had fallen asleep. "Where am I? Is this still Braavos?"

( I'm not a child. Children don't kill people. )