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The Midnight Express
They call me Mayah. I write stories and reblog what I find to my liking. My blog is a collection of pretty and unrelated posts.
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“Bricks and blood built Astapor,” Whitebeard murmured at her side, “and bricks and blood her people.” “What is that?” Dany asked him, curious. “An old rhyme a maester taught me, when I was a boy. I never knew how true it was. The bricks of Astapor are red with the blood of the slaves who make them.”
“Destroyed. Totally destroyed.”
jemherondale: I don’t think I’ll ever land.
corsicans: Green August #3 (par rocketrictic)
Isabelle will cut out his heart and walk all over it in high-heeled boots.
his fair lady
slanting: (by *dapple dapple)