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There she was, his Little Bird, threatened by the Others on the other side of the cliff, endangered of becoming a wight - so Sandor did what no half-burned man like him should ever be forced to do: he rushed to this scaly, winged, green beast that was fire made flesh, swung himself up onto the back, daring the monster not to obey, for HE was the Stranger made flesh, took off, circled above the scenery... and when he had the right distance and angle not to scorch Sansa as well he boomed with his steel-on-stone-voice: "DRACARYS, you bloody giant lizard!!"
