“Have a care how you speak to me, Imp. Doubtless he meant to sound threatening, but that absurd wisp of a mustache ruined the effect.”

“This time the Imp meant to fight, and a city that fought could expect no mercy at all.”

“Why, that is why the gods made whores for imps like me.”

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“Don’t call me Lord Snow.”The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”

“How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice,” Tyrion sighed to her. “How I have yearned to have that eunuch’s tongue pulled out with hot pincers,” Cersei replied.”

“I was so careful. How could he know?Someone told. Someone always tells.”