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                <![CDATA[<font face="Times New Roman"  color="#8c00bb"><B><I>Excerpt from A DANCE WITH DRAGONS<br>
by George R. R. Martin. <br>
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To be published by Bantam Books; Copyright © 2008 by George R.R. Martin. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, reposting, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without express written permission of the author.<br></I></B></font><br />
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<font face="Times New Roman" color="#8c00bb"><B>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</B></font><font face="Times New Roman" color="#8c00bb"><B>A white wolf moved through a black wood, beneath a pale cliff as tall as the sky.&nbsp; The moon ran with him, slipping through a tangle of bare branches overhead, across the starry sky.&nbsp; </B></font><br>
<font face="Times New Roman" color="#8c00bb"><B>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Snow," the moon murmurred.&nbsp; </B></font><br>
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            <description>He drank his way across the narrow sea.&lt;br /&gt;
     The ship was small and his cabin smaller, and the captain would not allow him abovedecks. The rocking of the deck beneath his feet made his stomach heave, and the wretched food they served him tasted even worse when retched back up. Besides, why did he need salt beef, hard cheese, and bread crawling with worms when he had wine to nourish him? It was red and sour, very strong. He sometimes heaved the wine up too, but there was always more. "The world is full of wine," he muttered in the dankness of his cabin. His father had never had any use for drunkards, but what did that matter? His father was dead. He ought to know; he'd killed him. A bolt in the belly, my lord, and all for you. If only I was better with a crossbow, I would have put it through that cock you made me with, you bloody bastard.</description>
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                <![CDATA[<font face="Times New Roman"  color="#8c00bb"><B><I>Excerpt from A DANCE WITH DRAGONS<br>
by George R. R. Martin. <br>
<br>
To be published by Bantam Books; Copyright © 2008 by George R.R. Martin. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, reposting, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without express written permission of the author.<br></I></B></font><br />
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<font face="Times New Roman" color="#8c00bb"><B>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Snow," the moon murmurred.&nbsp; </B></font><br>
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