I'm re-reading Knight of the Seven Kingdoms because I needed something simple and good in my mind for these lonely, listless, disinterested days. I was surprised to find how impactful it still feels when nothing else does. I've read it so many times that it feels like returning to an old friend. I guess I'm a little overemotional, but I keep finding parts that make me tear up.
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Egg soon fell asleep beside the dying fire. Dunk lay on his back nearby, his big hands behind his head, gazing up at the night sky. He could hear distant music from the tourney grounds, half a mile away. The stars were everywhere, thousands and thousands of them. One fell as he was watching, a bright green streak that flashed across the black and then was gone.
A falling star brings luck to him who sees it, Dunk thought. But the rest of them are all in their pavilions by now, staring up at silk instead of sky. So the luck is mine alone.
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