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  1. Public Bookmark 24

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    When Gwayne looked up, he found Ormund and Daeron side by side, heads bowed together in prayer at the altar of the Warrior. They could have been father and son, brown-haired, pale-eyed, with their matching expressions of piety. What does that make me? Gwayne shut his eyes and said a prayer for Daeron. After a moment, he prayed for himself too.

    Gwayne, Ormund, and Daeron. Sixteen years in the Hightower of Oldtown.

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    04 Aug 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 81

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    He's better than Ormund at many things, always has been. Dueling (not grappling, never grappling), riding (but not hunting), humility over pride.

    Over the many years, he's learned that throwing the fight has a better outcome than beating his lordly cousin in any competition.

    Ormund is the Head of Hightower House, after all. Sometimes the knee must be bent.

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    "He was awful to you, earlier." Daeron looked distinctly uncomfortable as they sat together in what now passed for Gwayne's room in Tumbleton, a chess board between them. His nephew was wringing his hands as though they were wet rags and Daeron a washerwoman. "Those things he said..."

    {The false empathic look, paired with 'I'm sure you found solace with some of your brothers in arms'}

    Gwayne stared at the floor, counting the cracks he found there. "Put it from your mind, Daeron. It was meant to humiliate me, not you. Long has he missed throwing his knives at me, in my absence. That is all that was. His idea of fun. A warm welcome home, if you will."

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    03 Aug 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 50

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    For a pious man, Ormund Hightower’s hands had a queer tendency to wander. And in doing so, they often found things that were best left alone.

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    Three years and three lines crossed.

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    28 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 41

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    Daeron Targaryen, one of the heirs to the town’s most powerful dynasty, is pulled dead from the freezing waters of Blackwater Mere. The local police are eager to call it a drug-addled suicide. Detective Inspector Brandon Stark calls it murder.

    As Stark investigates the untouchable Targaryen estate, he is pulled into a suffocating, atmospheric nightmare. Beneath the family's pristine, wealthy facade lies a rotting core of secrets, paranoia, and a deeply toxic, illicit bond between the imposing patriarch, Baelor, and his devastatingly beautiful nephew, Aerion.

    In a town owned by dragons, the truth is a dangerous thing to hunt. And some secrets are worth killing for twice.

    ‼️ WARNING: Dead Dove Do Not Eat ‼️

    PLEASE READ THE TAGS!

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    12 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 19

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    "Aerion's furious eyes turn on him next, accusatory and darkened with something Baelor can’t quite name.

    “You have to understand that this was all inevitable.”"

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    30 Jun 2026